Poet's Prayer
written on a fallen leaf
By Tatiana Pahlen

Cannot incite? Why toil to rhyme?
Write if there is an urge to say,
Instead of squandering the reader's time
Interrogate your own essay.

Once blown away from a sturdy tree
The withered leaves like fallen thoughts,
Struggling against the wind,
Keep changing hues – chameleons.

The autumnal air then shall not stir
The poet's pallet free of foam.
Follow your senses, nose and ears;
Your eyes adjust to the highest form.


November 8, 2000

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