Still Falling
By catherine poarch
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The leaf breaks
and falls,
drifts on a lilt of air
and falls again,
down decades of green light and bounteous rain,
still falling….
sweet as a kite,
a slowboat, floating dry;
a snatch of blue,
a sailcloth made of sky,
far, far above …
but falling still…….
it trembles with the distant crash of trees.
A wift of smoke disturbs the sultry breeze
and turns it slowly,
gliding down the bright
god-given temples,
built of light
and rain and trust;
a silent passing,
downwards into dust -
where old man orang-u-tan lies on the forest floor,
memories ascending of the glories that climbed before.
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Interesting change of tempo
Interesting change of tempo from the dreamy drift down of the leaf, to the picture of the orang-utan vigorous upward energetic activity! Rhiannon
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Beautiful, catherine.
Beautiful, catherine. Congrats on the cherries;-) Tina
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Hi Catherine,
Hi Catherine,
you've captured the essence of a leaf's journey as it falls, then is swept along, so well in this poem. Then the fantastic ending where the Orange U-Tan, taking you back into the tree the leaf fell from.
Loved this poem and thank you for sharing, sorry I got to it a bit late.
I do hope you have a Great Christmas and a Happy...Healthy New Year.
Best Wishes,
Jenny.
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