Do you know what the earth meditates upon in autumn?
Pablo Neruda — The book of questions
The question turns my mind to blazing
colors of the dying leaf succumbing
to cavernous greed of the freezing soil
sucking back the last sustenance
it gave in spring, and when the last of
leaves is sickly tear-drop-clinging
to skeletal fingers stretching sky-wards —
trees stand naked, ladies autumn-raped
as I hear demented brimstone-cackling
from the savage earth below me feet.
How can you ask if rapist meditates?
Laura hosts at dVerse poetics and asks us to take a few proposed questions from Pablo Neruda’s book “The book of questions” as a spring-board for a new piece of poetry.
October 22, 2019