A stony riverbank that crumbles in a blink,
And the stream that rushes and gushes like euphoric eruptions.
Finding, sprinting, needing, hunting – down, down, down
Across the other side less trodden.
Where orchards lounge daylong.
The fall, and wind, the plummet.
An apple; windfall.
The ripeness eating all.
Until the journey leads me to a listless lake,
Calmer than the oaken log – and pictures paint before me:
The Light – the Head – the Dawn.
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Author:
Rocky Lagou (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Soooo....this was written after a spurt of inspiration hit me out of nowhere. I really just started writing without any concept in mind, but as the words started to flow I began to craft a theme. If you notice there's a constant nod to going "down" or to "falling" and that intertwined sensation is supposed to reference aging. As we get older it's like the world is "pulling us back down" slowly until we go back to what we came from...dust. But this entire experience, which is very hectic and frenzied, ends with a "picture" or a "reflection" from a lake as daybreak arises: "The Light - The Head - The Dawn." And with that, I'll leave the rest to be uncovered by thee. 🍎🍂🌊
- Category: Reflection
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So wonderful and uplifting. The words racing and popping like carousel horses in flight. Thanks for sharing.
"The words racing and popping like carousel horses in flight. " Omg, I didn't think there was a better way to describe these frantic and abrupt images then just "hectic" but you've literally surpassed my expectations. Thank you so much dear poet for the read. I wanted it to feel like a whirlwind of a ride and I'm glad you felt that. The final lines speaks to the image I wanted to present all along, "The Light," or that initial peep of light that one sees just as the sun begins to rise, "The Head," this is ambiguous and can refer to the sun, or the "head" of the person through the reflection of the "listless lake" and eventually, "The Dawn" which is supposed to be a metaphor for new beginnings, evend despite already being old. Thank you so much for your time, have a wonderful day!
Wow, what a splendid image. That was the next part to the carousel vision -that the spinning whirlwind of horses rush into a burst of sunlight, slivers and flashes of bright light. Really good, Rocky!
Good write Rocky.
Thanks a bunch Orchi! I hope you enjoyed this adventure with me! We're all forever beautiful!
An apple:windfall, the ripeness eating all...........A beautiful line. An apple on the ground is easy to become consumed. I think this is a great poem, sorry I couldn't decipher more than what you put in your authors notes. I just like reading your poems and this one is beautiful!!
It's perfectly fine Christina! Also you're right on, a simple apple that is so ripe and "young" can hold so much potential. But as the time passes, it can fall with the exact same speed, and be nothing more. This is all about aging and embracing every phase of life, and it's wonderful to see you connected. Have a lovely day dearest Christina!
Very nicely written poet Rocky
Thank you most kindly poet Saxon. Hehe. I hope you felt my words, have a beautiful day!
A challenging write which carries you along - great stuff Rocky.
Thanks abundantly Michael! Hope you connected with each passing image! Have a good one!
Yes I get it. It's beautifully written, it makes total sense.
Well that definitely feels reassuring. I was hoping that it made sense and connected. So to see you connected means so much, you're amazing Rozina. Continue to let your light shine!
Good words Rocky, any time in in Natures wonder is always fulfilling.
Andy
Yes, indeed, Andy. Nature's splendor is beautiful, and funny enough mirrors us humans so wonderfully. Have a great day!
Very impressive Rocky. 😊
Thanks so much fellow poet! I'm really glad to hear you felt my message. We're more than our age, we're eternal.
Life and ashes and in-between
I wonder how many people get to ninety and wonder how life got them there.
Honestly though, it's like time just "zips" us by. But what matters is that we enjoy the ride to the max. Thanks so much dear Paul, you're truly so kind. Have a lovely day!
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