BUSHELS OF LEAVES

 

 

Bushels of leaves are

                    left

                       under

             rising

        clouds

 

              of despair

      and memories

             of chestnuts

           and acorns

 

       haunt us

         leave us

    

      gasping

           for air

 

 

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Read a few, liked most of

Read a few, liked most of what I read, and really enjoyed this one. Filling in the blanks and pauses allowed me to actually turn your poem into mine with my own thoughts. Not sure if I stated that correctly, but it was well worth the read. 

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that's part of the purpose of

that's part of the purpose of the style is to allow the reader to add in their own thoughts and ideas.  thank you for reading and glad you enjoyed.