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inkedgoddess
Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392
Ohio

0 posted 2004-09-12 11:59 AM



It stormed again;

the morning sky was sulking
and your plaid blanket
that i threw on the doorstep
for his scrawny frame
lay soaked now, as the tears
i imagined he may cry soon,
as this preview of fall
is but a sweet seque
to the brutal times that come;

the leaves drizzled like colored raindrops,

in shapes of moons and spoons and little boys' almond shaped eyes;

at random moments, without
a thought to logic, they seem
to come on cue, as if i need
any more awakenings
to the sobriety that you are there
and i am here,

and the colors we kicked up
when you flew off the schoolbus,
now make aisles of division
with a pair of one, as yours
walk there and mine walk here;

is he merely a metaphor, upon your departure?

like the leaf that must go, stalling a bit
etching its print close enough
to the tree that held it,
yet can no longer procrastinate
when the wind calls it to destiny,

it is a season of leaves and harvest moons,
and the apples are tossing themselves
off the overburdened trees, as very soon
all that still clings to their respite
will be both captivated and jarred
by that one moment when life pauses,
and then you proceed without a glance back
to the world before;

it is a morning of colored leaves,
of little boys becoming men
of stray cats on doorsteps,that rip at my seams of sanity;

a morning when a mother fights letting go.


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ctowen
Member Elite
since 2001-10-18
Posts 2286
Green Mountains of VT
1 posted 2004-09-12 12:07 PM


ends and new beginnings ...

        ... life is only yet begun.


                 thoughts are with you.

BluesSerenade
Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549
By the Seaside
2 posted 2004-09-12 12:07 PM


is he merely metaphor to your departure?

like the leaf that must go, stalling a bit
etching its print close enough to the
tree that held it, yet can no longer
procrastinate when the wind calls it to destiny,

Kind of a sad read, but filled with much beauty
and anticipation that comes with the change of season and passing of time.

"The answer my friend is blowing in the wind"
(always got a song playing in my head yanno)

Just beautiful,  blondie~

Susan
Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104
walking the surreal
3 posted 2004-09-12 12:14 PM


Oh I like this - wonderful.

Susan

Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you.  Joy is a state of mind.

passing shadows
Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577
displaced
4 posted 2004-09-12 01:25 PM


mothers are a different breed, indeed

I see the morning here and feel the pain
let's go get some waffles

inkedgoddess
Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392
Ohio
5 posted 2004-09-12 11:11 PM


thanks guys and dolls
and dixie, yep
lets the 5 of us here right now, go for those waffles, make mine with some apples a la mode atop it and im bouncing over.....

passing shadows
Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577
displaced
6 posted 2004-09-13 02:19 AM


sweet sweet sweet...whew! make mine just butter and maple syrup...I'm boring

hehehe...imagining us 5 in the Waffle House

Earth Angel
Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215
Realms of Light
7 posted 2004-09-13 09:13 AM


You have eloquently expressed the feelings that many of we mother birds experience when our babies leave the nest.

Loving hugs,
EA

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