Friday, July 18, 2008

The Mob


The Tree of Life by Gustav Klimt



The Mob

People dashing, fluttering leaves
wasting in trees
branches askew
displaced anew

Confusion-driven winds of doubt
chaotic bout
of subterfuge.
Said tree shall lose.

Drained of life, branches that rattle,
senseless battle
with bitter leaves
wasting in trees.

Copyright 2008 JO Janoski



A minute poem: 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows:
aabb
ccdd
eeff









2 comments:

  1. love the image
    love the poem
    love the image of the poem

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  2. Sad to see a dying tree wasting away. You're good at these rhyming forms Jo. Liked this one and the photo too! :)

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