a goodbye would be when I fall off the sky,
into the arms of genteel earth, to embrace
the two tomorrows, of existing no more,
putrefy my furtive flesh, black bones into
the granular sand, returning to the birth,
that watered the roots of the world tree,
of which I came out to be a red raw fruit,
sheathed by the leaves, that shielded it
from sly storms, but every cold seeps in,
to their unaware natures, applying layers
of first frost, ingraining icicles within, and
as this youngling falls off before maturation,
the seeds do not burst, when it splits open
into a chamber of plain platitude of emptiness
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For dVerse Poetics, where the prompt is to write about trees.
def has grit…you know we have little choice what we are born into…to fall from the tree early without even a seed def feels like a hard life to me…taken before our time…
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Beautiful sentiments HA, it made me think of reincarnation and life flow in general as something far more kind than it actualy is.
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The imagenery of icicles within seems almost real… such a fall seems really tough.
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I read this a metaphor for young lives that are wasted too soon! Interesting imagery, Hank!
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It is sad when fruit falls off the tree too soon and doesnt get to fulfil its destiny. I would encourage that fruit to hang on and try to ripen – there is much living ahead.
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the images are so intriguing…wasted lives are tragic.
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Oh so Lovely and so Poignant!
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Very cool write. Loved how rich your imagery is in this.
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the seeds do not burst, when it splits open
into a chamber of plain platitude of emptiness… that image hits me most… so sad when we are thrown into something before we’re ripe enough to really face it…happens way too often..
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Well this is sad if the seeds don’t burst & it’s all the emptiness we have to deal with~ Good one HA ~
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The cycle of life, some end too soon… this is what I think of as I read and reread your profound piece…
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Beautiful and surreal. The ending is heart-breaking really.
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…some fruits are meant to fall soon… but it doesn’t mean what they have is not good… maybe, they need to start again by falling & going back to basics for a better time of ripening… a lovely offering… smiles…
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Powerful and thought provoking, so many images.
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Its the passive yearning of this fruit that is so tender and heartbreaking — it grows to fullness yet has no control over what wind or cold or night may bring. Are we much different?
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So many vivid images. This was poignant and sad at the end, but beautifully written.
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A fall too early can be painful, some powerful images here and it leaves me feeling sad for the seeds that will not grow.
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How terrible when the young fall too early. Really vivid. Thank you.
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Life is so often like this – unripe and underutilized. What a cool piece of writing. I loved it.
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A lovely but poignant take on the prompt. It makes me think of unfulfilled potential.,
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wonderful images anmol – your writing just keeps getting better and better
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Truly vivid write – your words are wonderful.
Anna :o]
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Plain platitude of emptiness, why didn’t I think of that phrase! Marvellous
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Reblogged this on itsyourstorysowriteit.
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