Happenings.
Gazing through shade
to sunlit leaves
I see in evergreen's
golden-glint shades
loss of first leaves
in alchemy's ill-fated
spin to watery grave
while weaving again
seasonal change with
falling face-change.
Pooled reminders float
away in un-rest to
show in all hedgerows
blotched cobwebs of
autumnal happenings
embedded today in
tomorrow's birthed
and rooted endings
as spent summer
now crumbles away.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: July 26th, 2022 03:11
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Comments7
Whilst I so hope we are still in the very depths of mid-summer .. Your inspiration for this little work of art, is worth all the disorientation for time, place and person it affords ....... that means its brill by the way .............. x
You are more than kind with your thoughtful comments dear Nev. and fank you wery muchly I certainly do..............x
For me you brought to mind the magic of mother nature who has a use for all the flotsum and jetsum of the natural world. There is no waste, everything has a purpose found for it.
All the more shameful the shadow of plastic waste etc we have imposed upon our home in careless and now mindless abuse. We shall learn how forgiving mother nature will be. What are we doing?
Agree wholehearedtly Dusk that we need to take greater care of how much our mother Nature will suffer before she takes revenge on our careless attitude to waste etc. Thanks a load for your comment on Happenings.
There you go again, Fay - a highly textured picture of nature's processes which provide such reassurance................
Your usual rich imagery presented with multifarious structural forms continue to engage me.
Ooooh - a most humbling and honoured feeling to read your comment on Happenings dear Dave - - so glad you enjoy my little poetic efforts.
A great poem Fay. Yes that autumnal feel is here again. Love it.
Thanks Sax - - it inspires me sometimes to see the beginning of season-change in such things as leaves falling while we are still in July.
'Pooled reminders
float away
in un-rest'..
(dear memory, i seek peace
I'll surrender to your will
if you but, allow me some grace
period
where, all that is Spring
in my eyes
is not already, late Autumn
funerals
in my, world weary
heart...
I ask only, that I see reality
free of taint
grant me, even that shadow
of mercy
dear memory...)
well, there you go dear Fay
I read, your words and again
get all watery eyed
and splurge on the inspiration
your art, so often provides me
...
this was a little, too emotional
dived-in too quick, truth
is a tiring thing, to champion
i'll stop here now, and humbly
thank you!
Bless you dear L.B. for devoting your valued time and energy to such wonderful comments on my little offerings. Gratefully received as ever for these prayerful words of appeal for an everlasting feeling of Spring.
Good write Fay. Hope Summer don't crumble too soon!
Yes same here Orchi - - summer should last a bit longer than the falling leaves recently around my home that whisper warnings of autumn.
Yes, I've seen some leaves falling too. Oops, not to wish the year away. I say - five months to Christmas. Then may think, why does it nearly 'always' seem to be Christmas?!
Wonderful words Fay, it has been amazing to see so many fallen leaves during this summer.
Andy
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