Its cliche how my mind is pulled
Towards an infinite ripple of you
Within each leaf, tangle, and stain
Its you, its you
Its you!
How much in common you have with a leaf
They fall
I fall
we both trip and I land in a universe in which
The clouds part, gray—they fall and all of a sudden
My cotton clothes fall off me
I blush at my own reflection,
Is this what you saw?
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Author:
Marion Johnson (
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Really great poem ... loved the read ... your choice of words and the flow makes it engaging and interesting .🙂
Comparing someone you like to the beauty of a leaf .. and how you fall and feel vulnerable ... wandering if this person can see you ..
Lovely )
(Brilliant!)
there's a poem, by one of my favourite modern poets: 'Ada Limon'
titled 'Late Summer after a Panic Attack'
and its first few lines read:
'I can’t undress from the pressure of leaves,
the lobed edges leaning toward the window
like an unwanted male gaze on the backside,'
( https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/147504/late-summer-after-a-panic-attack )
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