One leaf. One leaf falling from bough to mud. So many
considerations. Height. Gravity. Size. The side the wind
woke up this morning. One leaf. Not in the sky. Not on
earth. Both still and moving. Both alive and dead. Both
watcher and watched. Both character and story. Life, at
best, is only this bleeding wound: falling, is a necessary
ritual. You only have to ask the rain. On a night like this,
when the heart is stubborn, when skin aches for skin,
when night itself is only a silhouette cast upon a distant
moon – on a night like this, you only have to ask love.
Sigh, such a beautiful poem. Art is helping me keep sane through the pandemic.
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Indeed, thank goodness for poetry and all creativity in these times! Thanks so much, Susie. Stay safe.
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The night’s silhouette…Aaah…beautiful. Love it all!
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Thanks so much, Vivian.
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Oh! The last stanza left me sighing. I love the strength of the emotions, the depth of the question, the truth of the words.
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Thank you, Magaly. Am so glad it worked!
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this was a beautiful flow of words. thank you.
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Thanks so much!
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We, too, have taken a step back and increased restrictions. Missing the companionship of my friends and socialization of any sort, I’m afraid I’m identifying with the one leaf! Great write.
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Thank you, Beverly. Stay safe.
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Oh the longing is so deeply heartfelt. Happy Sunday
Much💖love
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Thank you, Gillena.
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‘when skin aches for skin’ ~ five of the most powerful words I have read in ages.
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Thanks so much, Helen. That’s very kind. Am so glad they resonated.
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It’s that state of flux between still and moving that feels so torturous. Even if the the state settled upon is less than what was wished for, at least there would be answers. There would at least be relief in having some definition from which to start from.
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So true… in the end, all we need are those elusive answers! Thank you, Rommy.
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I feel this tender fall and the in between bardo stage of it.
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Thank you, Colleen.
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Sheer perfection!
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That’s very kind.. thanks so much, Rosemary!
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A great write. I especially like the ‘Both this and that” references, and most especially “Both still and moving,” Very moving indeed. salute!
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Thanks so much, Ron. Am glad that worked!
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What a delightful piece of prose this is. It has beautiful feel about it.
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Thanks Robin… interesting that you read it as prose poetry…!
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Beautifully written and stimulating as ever, dear friend. The metaphors you use always seem to provide you with something fresh to say.
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Thanks so much, Scott.
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Beautiful. Just beautiful
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Thank you, Namratha.
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Beautiful, Rajani! I love how the simple image of ‘One leaf falling from bough to mud’ took you on a philosophical journey and you ended up with love.
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Thanks so much, Kim. I can barely write these days, so delighted when a poem works!
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Just beautiful, Rajani. Hope you’re staying well.
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Thank you, Sarah. Staying home – we have another lockdown starting tonight in our state. There’s been a sharp spike in cases after restrictions were eased earlier. Much like some of the US states. Really a dark tunnel with no end in sight. Poetry must be a bat to survive in such times! Do stay safe.
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A moonlit poem, and so beautiful.
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Thank you, Sherry. Glad you liked it….
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