Tuesday, November 25, 2014

TIME FELL, WINDS SLIPPPED, CONCENTRATION IS RAKED--RARELY



SEASONS, LEAVES, THOUGHTS
Wet leaves once windblown
glued to the concrete,
no natural motion left them
in the dead days of their season,
child parent once feeding the mother,
too soon aged ripe with thoughts in color,
fallen to the ground barren, abandoned,
having done all the now dead could for the parent.
Frozen in place waiting for rot,
to search no more upon the only wings
they once knew in crisp dryness.
Bluster is like that,
strong winds that miss most of a thought,
attempting to try to pick fear up with a roar
but finding it too hard to gather
even a wet leaf to feed its rising whimper.

II
Where you invest your life you purchase your plot,
be it on a grassy green field
or a war strewn armageddon.
Once down,
once left behind
on the ground inthe place you raced to
for honor, valor, money,
there is no wind that will pick you up
return you to fly again
to a life lived different,
better;
not a life without death,
one with principle
that comforts you no matter where you fall.
We all be fallen in our season,
it is better to fall when you must for justice
 than for the false value
of a diamond weight glory.

© M Durfee
11.25.2014

12 comments:

  1. Very evocative. I love this one. Lots of leaves on the ground in our backyyard, like a carpet of color.

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    1. Thank you Charles, it would seem though they have no color left them, the tree in front og my house is still hanging onto a hundred or so leaves, long after the rest of the trees have shed theirs. I think they are waiting for one more curb sweeping to be done, then they will fall just to show even in their demise they are smarter than I.

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  2. No part of life can be unlived.

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    1. Truth Jean, it can't be unlived but the bit left can be lived differently if the one doing the living so chooses.

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  3. Where you invest your life you purchase your plot...lot of truth in that...and glory is way over rated...its too fleeting to carry much if any value....so is it cold up your way? they say we will get our first snow tomorrow...we will see...i would not mind the hush...

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    1. Brian it is colder than a Alaska here. But it may just be me, as i age I feel it starting about September.

      You know I am of the opinion that glory is over rated, who needs a salad bar of ribbons if they were not earned returning innocence to the young?

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  4. Truth, Mark, tucked in every line. To life your life with integrity and purpose...that's what makes it worthy...even as we know none of us escapes the inevitable.

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    1. Kim it is the integrity and honesty our world cultures are misplacing exponentially, we have the limited light though from them who burn as a candle, to be one is great power in the darkness.

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  5. The wet leaves sticking to the concrete (and leaving their stained prints if left too long) and it's link to where we fall... Nice writing! Have a wonderful Thanksgiving, Mark.

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    1. Thank you Jeff, we kind of got sidetracked and forgot about thanksgiving. It's cool though.

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  6. I like this -- befits the season. And my mood.

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  7. lol
    Jaysus man,
    Take it easy. I am all of 77, and F.I.T.H,, that is to say, Frigged In The Head.

    "Those autumn leaves
    drift by my tenement..."

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So Walking Man I was thinking...