when the day falls
in sodden strips,
snags toes on pavement edge
spills to mirrored ladders,
the wetly twirling leaves
double their ponderous flight
up and down, into and deeper
resting on meniscus
the middle is a space
of floating // parts might kiss
or turn away, boundaries
and meetings
all in reflection
I guess it’s mostly about nature. I don’t always have a lot to say. This one was meant to be a little metaphorical but I’m not sure the metaphor is at all obvious.
Wonderful imagery as always (I say that every time but hey, it’s true). So much to ponder in this one, too. I find fall and winter to be immensely inspirational for poetry. This is gorgeous writing. 🙂
that’s lovely, worms
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Thanks!
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your poetry always sounds so delicate.
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I guess it’s mostly about nature. I don’t always have a lot to say. This one was meant to be a little metaphorical but I’m not sure the metaphor is at all obvious.
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Fantastic!
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Thanks, Bob.
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Just brilliant
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Thank you Ulle!
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Winter sure has a broad verbal pallete! Lovely.
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Thanks Misky!
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Wonderful imagery as always (I say that every time but hey, it’s true). So much to ponder in this one, too. I find fall and winter to be immensely inspirational for poetry. This is gorgeous writing. 🙂
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Thanks, Mike. Your comments are always so generous.
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This is very beautiful. Your link at earthweal doesnt take me to a loem so not sure which one you tried to link. This one is a lovely read.
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Oh thanks, Sherry! Gosh. I will have to check the link.
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“the middle is a space
of floating // parts might kiss
or turn away, boundaries
and meetings
all in reflection”
Beautiful. Love the sort of shy romantic feeling that rises up in this section 🙂
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Thanks, Sunra. ❤
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