Autumn leaves and other poems by Alison Znamierowski
we
opened each other
like
maps
explored,
traced our fingers along
every outline,
got utterly and joy-fully lost
and at last
convinced ourselves
we had
conquered
“you want to have your cake and eat it too.”
“absolutely,” he said
autumn leaves
the leaves that soaked up our
spring (lust,love,loss)
are wilting on their branches
effortlessly falling to the ground or
wind-torn from where they once flourished
to become dirt and dust
(the ground on which we walk)
and much like the memories they hold
(we long to forget)
we break them down with
………….each
…………………………..step
………….we
…………………………..take
and now
we can hardly remember
the emotions that invaded the buds
burst open their leaves and
filled their pores
(the spring before)
i miss you
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my dress
it’s like i am
standing on the edge
of a great
wide
dark
black
abyss
and you are the torch
on the other side
lighting my way
you said
i am not a light
for lost men
my mind retorted
i will always burn for you
my heart confessed
you make me feel
like a butterfly with
its wings pinned back
Alison Znamierowski is an embodiment of earthly expression, in constant flux & dedicated to growing ever–more in synchronicity and attunement with this beautiful world to which we belong. She enjoys engaging with spontaneous calls to adventure, wandering barefoot, and believing deeply in the magic that exquisitely lives in the everyday experiences of Life.
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