Dead leaves

Sometimes I dream of of being carcass, corpse, remains
Sometimes I dream of dancing with the dead.

Sometimes I dream of blood and bones; decay and rot;
of being none and nought; of being left alone.

Sometimes I see the lichen headstone with my name upon;
and hear a knell of bells that call for ever deeper sleep.

Sometimes I dream of breathless soil and ash;
I dream of vacant eyes, scent of earthworms, snails and mold.

Sometimes I wake and sense a presence in the room
and wonder when it’s time for me to leave.

A dead leaf by Avigdor Arikha

Time for OLN at dVerse hosted by Grace. Bring any one poem you want.


January 11, 2017

42 responses to “Dead leaves

  1. The repetition of ‘sometimes’ is effective in reminding the reader that the poet doesn’t have a death wish but is contemplating death in general. This time of the year is ‘dead time’ when nothing much happens and you have captured that in your poem, Bjorn.

  2. There are many forms of death, but in Winter they all loom large. Your piece is very sensual, makes me rub my nose to get the damp moldy smell out of it

  3. There is a beautiful and palpable sense of embracing the reality of death in your words, Bjorn. Especially love; “Sometimes I dream of breathless soil and ash; I dream of vacant eyes, scent of earthworms, snails and mold.”

  4. kaykuala

    Sometimes I wake and sense a presence in the room
    and wonder when it’s time for me to leave.

    It would have been with lots of fulfillment in life!

    Hank

  5. Such a rich and pensive piece–I think you are right about feeling closer to death during winter–the small sleep–the big sleep–

  6. Björn, such great atmosphere and pace in this. It felt like tiptoe-ing through rooms in an old house searching. Ending with a couplet is so powerful here. You’ve captured real emotion.

  7. I think you make death, burial, and the “breathless soil and ash” seem nearly romantic. Even the bells tolling are not mournful but celebratory in a somber way. Ha, or maybe I’m just really tired and could use a good rest.

  8. At first I thought this morbid, but it’s not. It’s something that we all think of, especially as we age where death is not a stranger amongst us. Actually, this is quite beautiful, Bjorn.

  9. I’m so grateful you’ve started adding your own readings to your posts, Björn. This one especially brings your poem to life (if you’ll pardon the expression …)

  10. As another commenter used…I would say this was haunting. I guess we all have to question our mortality from time to time. But I like the repetition here. Loved it as always.

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