That's Just the Way It Is

Head bent, winding
mix of tears and
leaves. Tumbling
softly to a dusty
earth. Swept up in bags, shipped off to
stacks of
smoke and
steam and soot.
Yellows and reds and
greens and browns die in hazy orange tongues,
slowly, painfully,
quiet, no
voice.

First of all I love your siggie, it's so true

Head bent, winding what's winding for?
a mix of tears and leaves.
Tumbling softly to a dusty earth.
Swept up in bags,
shipped off to stacks of smoke,
steam, and soot.
Yellows, reds,
greens, and browns die in hazy,
orange tongues.
Slowly,
painfully,
quietly.
No voice.

This is an ok poem. I don't really get it. It starts with someone with their head bent over and ends with factory flames? You might want to clear it up a bit.

Keep writing,
Alzora

I LOVE your style of writing! xx

It's a pretty good poem. It's flow is good, but I got kind of confused because I could not really find a main thing to focus on.

Head bent, winding
a mix of tears and
leaves. Tumbling
softly to a dusty
earth. Swept up in bags, shipped off to
stacks of
smoke and
steam and soot.
Yellows and reds and
greens and browns die in hazy orange tongues,
slowly, painfully,
quietly, with no
voice.

You are talking about leaves... yes?
Pretty good.