The shadow wagged
like the tail of a dog;
the semblance ended
with the movement.
The one expresses gratitude
for a stroking hand,
or something to eat; the other
was clearing out a space
in a crowded place to die.
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16 comments:
wow
very nice
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that brought up an image of, not of a leaf, but of a homeless person. Someone wanting what a dog is given, food and a caress, does this make sense? I don't know why i had that feeling....
what an interesting take on falling leaves... love it!
You've been out raking leaves again, haven't you! I love your poems that come from everyday moments, Pat. Such moments are all we have, after all.
I really like this poem Pat!
Wonderful!
No leaves here though...
just lots and lots of snow!
I wish I could be inspired to write a poem about shoveling snow...
but, I do not think it would work too well!
Hope you're having a great Sunday!
Margie
Nice one. Like the "death" theme emerging here too.
Whoops! I am nobody (above) ... but you knew that already. ;-)
sorry, my reaction after your reading was just... ooooooooh :>(
simply beautiful -- perfect
Whew. Heavy (but not in the literal sense) :-)
so lovely and insightful!
Glad to hear you again!
Thanks Kai!!
Thanks Janice!! I know it's a little different.
Corey, not exactly what I had in mind, but that's the wonderful thing about poetry is it should be open for various interpretations. I like yours!!
Thanks Polona!! I looked out the window,surveying all the leaves I had to mow, and saw one hanging on a tree making a shadow that reminded me of a dog's tale wagging. doesn't take much to entertain me.
MB, as my poem today describes, I don't rake leaves. But, I was out in the middle of them causing all kinds of havoc. You are right, it's all we have. Thank you!!
Thanks Margie!! I did, my daughter and her family came over, had a great time.
Thanks Nobody/SB!! It tis the end result of Fall.
Ann, I'm sorry. Sometimes I get a touch of reality, I guess.
Thanks Andrew!!
Vaughn, some of the places were literally heavy with leaves!!
Thanks Cathy!!
I read it so many times to take into its essence.
Wandering mind.
A crowded place to die-it reminds me of a battle field-the complexities of nature in paralell
beautiful.
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