The autumn leaves,
still hesitant to leave,
are like my poems
questions better fitting
of vagrant answers
waiting to decay.
A very short poem written for Kerry’s prompt at toads on Metamodernism being cognizant of the fact that we are the voice of a new culture of literature/art/communication and that our voice, our point of view and our philosophy of human relations, here and now, is part of something much bigger than us which, paradoxically, cannot exist without you.
Nicely written, Björn. My poetry concurs.
“vagrant answers waiting to decay” and yet even the moldering leaves
feed the earth.
I am happy with the trees behaviour but just a little worried about ours.
I love the analogy between the leaves and your poems……..”vagrant answers waiting to decay.” Awesome.
Finding new ways to poem.
Nice short poem, Bjorn. Better questions might rate better answers. But we try, we speak up.
Ah yes, leaves and poems, Bjorn. Love this.
This crackles like an autumn leaf – crisp and singing
AH, a short verse but with a punch — “waiting to decay” made me sigh. Beautiful writing, Bjorn!
To me, you are a fine example of a metamodernist writer and thinker. Thank you for these fallen leaves.
Love this Bjorn!
We wait for our words to grow, to turn green, to yellow and fall. An excellent poem Bjorn
“vagrant answers waiting to decay,” is so poignant! I agree with Kerry 🙂 you are an excellent example of a meta-modernist writer and thinker. ❤️