For National Poetry Month 2016 @ The Music In It – The Color Red
For National Poetry Month 2016 @ The Music In It – The Color Red
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oh God this poem gave me flashbacks to fall! I raked and bagged leaves for my parents. I had 7 body sized trash bags filled with red maple leaves by the time I had to quit due to arm fatigue! Every time the wind knocked the bag over, it looked like a giant black worm was bleeding on the lawn. Frank Hebert would have loved it.
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Great images, Mel. I challenge you to write that leaf-bag-worm into a senryu of your own…
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It was like something out of Dune, I tell you true. hmmm, that’s not a bad idea 🙂 It might purge the memories. My arms are tired just thinking about all those bags of leaves! My parents told me today that there are more leaves that could use some bagging at their house! I just can’t escape.
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Haha, I feel your pain! Good luck 🙂
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Wow! Beautiful work, mate!
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Ajay! You’re here! Brilliant, mate. Thanks for your feedback 🙂
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Ryan, you will not believe. I’m in the stone age right now. I’m travelling and My phone data pack has exhausted. I’m on 3 g speed now. So the image doesn’t load. But i promise to come back to you when I get back to civilization. I hope I’m not being over confident when I say I know you look forward to my comments. Yay! 🙂
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Hahaha-that’s what I was going to say (enjoy your comments)!!!
No problem, Manan, have a lovely trip. Where are you traveling? How nice. I’ve been away from WP myself for a few days and have lots to catch up on. Hope you’re well and thank you for your thoughts 🙂
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This didn’t get me thinking about raking leaves (which I find pretty enjoyable), but rather had my theological gears rolling. There are too many days where I feel like things are piling up faster than I can handle them! 😛 Great piece. :]
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Perfect, Al! Glad you could make it your own 🙂
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Some bleeding is almost impossible to stop. Love the metaphor here, my friend, Hindsight always has a way at teaching us that sometimes, we need to rake them the second we see that first one fall. Great work, as always!
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Thanks again, my friend.
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You are welcome, my friend, always!
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Ouch.. regrets – the tree knows the leaves will fall, it knows it will hurt.. but it knows new ones will replace the old ones, and sweet fragrance will reign again.
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You have a beautiful mind, Dajena 🙂
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so do you Ryan!
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Wow–I’d forgotten (again) that it’s Fall there–what a lovely, lovely poem! (I confess I long for fall/autumn–spring/summer is SO noisy where I live, gets on my last nerve 🙂 ) Sorry for rambling on… 🙂
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Why noisy? I’m the same – spring and autumn do it for me. Thank you, my friend 🙂
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Noisy, because people have crawled out of their caves and are interacting more, which usually leads to some kind of trouble (it’s a small apartment complex with a lot of substance abuse issues). During the rainy, cool seasons, they’re generally indoors.
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