they’re rustling again
dry leaves tumbling by
don’t grab them
it’s no blasphemy
to let them go
you don’t need to keep them
or even hold them
open your hands
and let the plague
drift away
back to the monkeys
and their busy minds
smell the sweet air
feel the shifting deck
beneath your feet
rising and falling
earthen waves
in geologic time
here before you were
born whole
and here long after you
no tears
no effort
no will
no thoughts
no you
/ / /
This poem was written in response to Wordle 203 at The Sunday Whirl.
It’s been way tooooooooooooooooooooo long Richard. Been rifling through old poems, seeing your name pop up and wondering how and where you have been. And now you are here with your words and thoughts about letting go. And it is good.
Elizabeth
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Elizabeth, thank you. It’s good to be back in good company.
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I flowed with the words, the lines, and the flow.
Very nice piece. Kudos.
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Thanks. Flow is important.
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Ooooh….I really, really like this idea that we don’t HAVE TO grab them….we can let them go, we don’t have to keep them or even hold them, but can just let the plague drift away. Love that. I tend to run after the plague and say, “But, wait…you haven’t infected me yet, here, let me grab you and rub you all over my body to make sure I’m good and done for before you leave.” 😛 Your whole message here is so freeing. And it also has such an existential feel to it. Great poem. Thank you for sharing 🙂
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Thank you. I’m glad the plague imagery worked so well – I was worried that it didn’t. Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughtful comments.
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It definitely worked 🙂
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…the last lines got to me…
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Thanks. They surprised me a bit, but I think it makes a good ending.
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We certainly come and will certainly go..what a wonderfully thoughtful and philosophical piece
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Thank you. I tried to leave a comment on your poem, but failed miserably. I need to figure out which log-in works well with Blogger. Sorry. But thanks for reading my poem.
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This is a lovely poem, tinged with wistfulness about leaving, letting go…
It’s so good to see you back again!
Another Baja Whirl
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Thanks. It’s good to be back.
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This is beyond good, Richard. I echo the others, good to have you back. Sorry for the late visit. Had some computer woes, which have been taken care of. I am typing from my “new” laptop. Thanks to a wonderful and beautiful daughter. 🙂
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Pamela, thank you. No worries about a “late” visit. Glad to hear your computer woes are gone. Always good to read your poems.
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