(de)compose(d)

decomposing-
I see her face through
a veil of clouds, I touch
her eyes, against
my heaving chest,

tear after another, lining
my heart with the grievous
tendency of the dying tree,
left battered, uninhibited,
surrendered, to be guillotined

by the vivacity of this shore
where dead footprints walk the night.

decomposed-
she is a chance encounter in my memories.

decomposed-
I walk along the shore
once again. I see her,
in the sand between
my toes.

decomposing,
my body is bare,
bathing in the rain of
subsistence, that wrinkles
my skin into a tangible
thought.

decomposed-
she never was. I was.

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Image Credits: “Decompose” by Zaldy Icaonapo

Linking it up with Photo Challenge # 85 at MLM Menagerie and The Tuesday Platform at With Real Toads.

This is Poem # 3 for my 30 Days, 30 Poems challenge.

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October

hush October wind

gently blow away the leaves

under misty sun

~

bereft of leaves

fruit of lives would be lost

cackling crow calls

~

plucking death away

one leaf and then the next

cleansing autumn wind

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* For Carpe Diem Distillation # 4 where we are prompted to write haiku by distilling the poem, October, by Robert Frost.

Photo source

Straw Bundles Haiku

bundled up

remnant straws after harvest 

village memories

~

sunlight fading

straws bundled up in rolls

as dusk approaches

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* For Carpe Diem # 305.

* I am thankful for your words of encouragement and support, which you shared with me in my update post. They mean a lot to me.