Bury me in dry leaves/ Silence…

Bury me in dry leaves/ Silence…

Bury me in dry leaves.

I desire to inhale their scent.

When dry winds arrive,

I’ll be well cradled by air

and be at heaven quicker

before judgement.

Far away from humankind,

strange human kindness,

let me rot in peace.

I want to inhale

and be inhaled

by nothing.

_____________________________

SILENCE…..

Silence

puts one into the submergence

of polite insolence

Silence

introduces one to the magnificence

of deathly conscience

Silence

produces an emergence

towards a quintessence

Noise, noise everywhere

Up and down and left and right

“Shut up!  Be quiet!”

All was silent.

Silence creates the presence of an essence

Silence has the essence of a presence

Silence utters no sentence of pretence

Silence makes a pretence of a sentence

Silence has no existence

but, Hence,

There is existence in silence

With a pre-eminence –

no affluence, yet an opulence.



24 thoughts on “Bury me in dry leaves/ Silence…” by Emmanuella Nduonofit (@Emmanuella-Nduonofit)

  1. Good one. Like the rhyme. Hope you’re not indirectly telling up to shut up? Silence utters no sentence of pretence, fave line. Good one.

    1. JaysPLANET (@JaysPLANET)

      LOL…telling us to shut up???? yes, silence is real.

  2. I like ‘SIlence’.
    Its deep and powerfully constructive…its a mystery that’s not tangible yet exists…You created a magnificent aura around silence and its making one to see it in another way…brillaint.

    However for I’m not too game for the ‘dry leaves’ poem…maybe its because I’m allergic to them. The imagery it conveys to me is kinda disturbing.

  3. Dry leaves made me think about death and rotting flesh..(shudders), If that is your intent..well done!!.. Silence on the other hand thrived on contradictory descriptions…Love it!

    Silence creates the presence of an essence

    Silence has the essence of a presence

    Silence utters no sentence of pretence

    Silence makes a pretence of a sentence

    Silence has no existence

    but, Hence,

    There is existence in silence

    With a pre-eminence –

    no affluence, yet an opulence.

    It is intellectually stimulating…Well done mastress!

  4. i like the bury me in dry leaves,beautiful use of language and yr imagery was well delivered

  5. very lovely poem
    love it.

  6. I Like ‘silence’, not too sure about ‘dry leaves’, though. Brings to mind something that’s rotting, like Mercy said.

  7. nice poem.
    Me likey

  8. I like both actually, thats the literal me talking. But emotionally? Yeah, Silence appeals to me more than Dry Leaves

  9. Love both poems. Loving ‘silence’ more. Hey, I ought to be silent…Shei

  10. Good one here…UI like silence more though….Good rhymes and word combos….Its beautiful imagery too….me like….

  11. :( Makes me feel like dying. Imagine my own poems making me feel like dying! In the movie THE MATRIX RELOADED, when Neo was fighting off the virus Smith, he felt like he was dying… remember he did die before when Smith was an Agent.

    Anyway, I’m happy these poems bore its fruits. I detach myself from all my creations, my works. They all will go out into this harsh and beautiful world and ‘multiply’, speak for me and for themselves. Amen!

  12. FOR ME BOTH POEMS SPEAK OF A PEACE…THE KIND OF PEACE FOUND IN REPOSE…

    ME LIKE.

  13. Amen Emmanuella and well done.

    I like both poems and can see why ‘Silence’ is a fav. I ditto Afronuts and Mercy’s comments.

  14. Yeah, this is gooood!
    love ‘Silence’ better tho.
    well done!

  15. 2cute4u (@2cute4u)

    This is beautiful..
    Loved both.. well
    The Silence.. More

  16. Both are lovely Emmanuella.And I second Seun-Odukoya’s comments.I think they both speak of a peace, perhaps peace profound…..Well done!

  17. Emmanuella, both poems have a nice flow but they were a little confusing for me.

    Bury me… seemed like a person eager to go to heaven on the wings and the scents of dry leaves- (which seemed almost peaceful) …until he says he wants to rot in peace and be left alone. One minute, beauty, the next, hostility. What’s the sustainable theme here?

    In silence- How does silence make a pretense of a sentence? I thought of this at length and came up with nothing suitable. Pls help. And u said ‘no affluence, yet opulence…’ affluence and opulence are synonyms are they not?

    You have made me ponder oh! That in itself might be a good thing.

    1. @ce ug, you pondered? Good. You must’ve had a first impression, right? In my poem THE EMPTY LOOK, I took the liberty of giving my own interpretation, or what I thought was my own interpretation, of that poem, and everyone relaxed, saying: Na she get d poem, na she no wetin she talk… she don talk am and that’s the end. I won’t do it in these two poems, no way! The commentaries I’m getting now are on the surface level, and I’m glad that you want to go deep. It’s very commendable. I repeat: These two poems make me feel like dying! @ce ug, isn’t it possible that in one poem, the two sides of life are made visible? Like you said, there’s beauty and there’s hostility in the first poem. I guess the overall thing here is death, ugly and beautiful. In the second poem, there are different interpretations to silence, agree with me. Em, see it as if one is pretending to say something but never does, thinks he/she has something to say but never says it. Like I said: I love short poems with manifold meanings, dear. Peruse again, ponder again, and this time, go to the sublime, if you can, if you want to. ;) You may get your answers there. Don’t rest on MY interpretation just because it’s MY poem, please. It’s not good enough, ok.

      1. Again, @ce ug, mind you, in SILENCE…, I juggled with the words ‘affluence’ and ‘opulence’. I wasn’t thinking of their ‘synonymous’ value in morphology. If it helps, look for the true dictionary meaning of ‘affluence’ and ‘opulence’ and see if they fit in the poem. Be good! :)

  18. Lovely poem Madam Emmanuella,these are my favorite lines

    Silence creates the presence of an essence

    Silence has the essence of a presence

    Silence utters no sentence of pretence

    Silence makes a pretence of a sentence

  19. While I might not really fancy the scent of dry leaves, I love your power of expression. The next poem, ‘Silence’ was my favourite and somehow it allowed me see the concept of ‘silence’ in a whole new light. Silence, frail as it seems has a power that transcends all imagination. The last two stanzas and the deep rhymes in particular were the perfect icing on the cake. Good one, Emmanuella.

  20. Nice poem but I like the first part better: it is very elegant.

  21. you did excellently well,you gave silence a form and a voice.

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