Dear Steve,

Thanks for visiting my blog recently and leaving comments. (I think you’ve left two current ones, but I’m returning comments for my Jan 6th entry right now.)

This is a great poem, and it deseves one of my “answer poems”. My very first poem, written when I was 14, is called “A Chlorophyll Filled Death”.

I love the first line especially, which I read twice, before reading the rest of the poem, wondering if it made sense. After reading a couple more lines, it not only made sense, it’s the best line in the poem!

Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool

“A Chlorophyll Filled Death”
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
1967 (14 years old)

I am a leaf, blowing in the wind,
I am a sturdy, yet failing leaf.
I am alive,
But why ——— I live because of
The chlorophyll
Wrapped in my digestive tract –
Of a leaf!
I will live and keep on living,
Until I die.
When?
A question — How long is a leaf’s life –
LONG?
   or SHORT?
Death is slowly creeping upon me,
Yet I feel no death.
DIE ———————————–
Yet I feel the wind will bring my fate.
A fate, but an adventure.
Here I feel I will be gone before the morn.
  WHEN.
It is here. A wind. A breeze.
————-I am dead—————-