Ordinary moments
sitting across from you
are lost in November's dying light.
walk away
walk away
slowly
into the blurred roar of silence
let the leaves weep upon reflection.
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11 comments:
Nice poem. Love the change of seasons, there are many lessons in the turning of the leaves.
I like your poem:)
Mark...i agree. this particular season holds a paradoxical feel to it....the early brilliance of colour and celebration of the harvest and the late lament of hibernation.
m2p. thank you. i took this photo and almost deleted it because it was so blurry but i kept coming back to it because of the feel to it. this picnic table sits in the heart of the university.....a place of activity and flurry normally. obviously not that night. it was raining and darkly gloomy...everyone was tucked inside away from the outdoors. it made me wonder about what they were all doing and thinking.
'the late lament of hibernation....' wish i was a bear right now - there is much to ponder
paul....a big alaskan bear? yes, much to ponder.
a big brown kodiak!
I tried to find a quote about bears and ended up falling for this instead... it bears good thoughts....
"He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee in thy need:
If thou sorrow, he will weep;
If thou wake, he cannot sleep:
Thus of every grief in heart
He with thee does bear a part.
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe"
William Shakespeare.
For some oddly comforting reason, I see you as a kodiak.
What a beautiful poem Not much reflection here but a continues dance with the sun. No time to ponder
death and rebirth...my most favorite time of the year. :)
marja....keep dancing your unique dance.
lovely irish woman....me too. let the hibernation begin.
Lovely poem Dana. I liked the line let the leaves weep upon reflection.
WORD VERIFICATION: viress
I thought this was appropriate given your current state of health.
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