
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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