Leave, or: Leaves

My 1^st chōka

brown blanket threadbare
tattered shivering bodies
trampled by spiders
succumbing to elements
blown cold against curb
blue pebbles await beyond
golden barrier
chance crevice veiled by despair
only one dares hope
haltingly extends upwards
feeling its way to heaven

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d’Verse poetics prompt:

‘Exploring the realm of Minimalist Photography’

At d’Verse, we were instructed to select one of twelve photographs by Glenn Buttkus and write a poem. It could be an ekphrastic poem. It could be philosophical, dark, romantic, or solemn. Share what you feel about Minimalist photography when you see it. The idea here is to provoke an emotion, and what better way to pour them out rather than poetry?

I selected the 4^th photograph, titled ‘Leaves and yellow curb’ and penned a chōka.