Daniela Oana - Poet and Photographer

FEATURED POEM 

 

Some Fallen Leaves

When these words were warm
And full of love, tenderness, 
Yearning and ache,
I longed to gift them all to you
But I couldn't bear
Doing so to your back.

When these were still lukewarm,
You still rejected them coolly,
And now, 
I leave them at your feet.
 

But make no more
Of these sweet, old poems
Than cold, expired words,
Like weathered headstones
In an Autumn-reigning cemetery.
 

Each word once in full bloom,
Is now but petal and leaf
Withered and wilted
And so you must forgive
My gift of piled obituaries.

Somewhere there, 
Are two little leaves
Sentenced to some plot 
Away from one another
Wherever the wind so scattered us
You who faltered, me the fallen. 
 

 

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