Leave, or: Leaves

My 1st chōka

‘Leaves and yellow curb’ by Glenn Buttkus
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

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 4th photograph, titled ‘Leaves and yellow curb’ and penned a chōka.

75 thoughts on “Leave, or: Leaves”

  1. I love the line ” chance crevice veiled by despair”..brilliant David!
    Lovely coincidence. I too wrote on the same image and tried a new form of poetry 😃

  2. A beautiful poem, David. I love the imagery, the first three lines especially. They drew me into the busy life of the mini-creatures and the opportunities that the blanket of leaves offered them.

  3. Not many people can look at a picture like that, or a scene like that, and find such a beautiful meaning out of the situation. A very impressive and amazing poem, complemented by the form of poetry. Wonderful! 🙂

  4. I just heard about the choka syllabic poetry form. Have been thinking of giving it a go. Your poem here is lovely indeed. The ordinary-ness in the picture, shown extraordinarily poetic in your words. Perfect harmony. Thanks for sharing. Blessings

  5. Ooh, I love the way the speaker halts and then has to feel his way towards heaven. The cracks then almost become helpful as guides. Enjoyed, David.

  6. kaykuala

    haltingly extends upwards
    feeling its way to heaven

    Love the caution extended, David, to hope not achievable where there is a break in between to stifle it.

    Hank

  7. I love this one – it reads like breathing. I like most of the Japanese forms and this one allows for sufficient exploration of a topic or idea!

  8. I’ve never heard of a choka–perhaps another candidate for Meeting the Bar. I adore your poem, it adds breadth and depth to the image. Autumn is a funeral dirge. You found shards of light midst the brittle bodies.

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