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Wednesday 28 October 2015

WINDFALLS

It's like that
even in autumn
especially in autumn
when you become part of the fall.

You have forgotten to drink
enough water through summer, and now
you mirror the parched, desiccated
leaves that crunch and crumble
beneath the heels of your boots.


You are being pulled back,
taut elastic,
to your roots.

You pass a green tub
full of this year's Bramley windfalls

- leaves fall,
dancing free of your marching feet.

Everything is not dead
when it falls.


I pick up the living,
shaped like hearts,
the plump, yellow, still beating.

I run out of breath
clutching on to the promise
of new shoots awaiting me.

I am gorging on the wind
that feeds me hope.

I am home.

© Shaista Tayabali, 2015

(On my way over to the nieces, three words stop me and start a poem. By the time I am writing the last three words, I am home. This is a love poem to the beat of my own heart, the march of my own feet, the breath that carries me to love.)
Participating in dverse poets and magpie tales poetry prompts.
Images via dverse and magpie. Photo credit: Daniel Murtagh.

19 comments:

  1. Brownest of leaves..
    become black
    and
    life
    again
    for
    garden
    green..
    and with
    Love as
    black
    leaves
    light
    comes
    bright
    back
    fresh and crisp
    now fall wind..:)

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  2. The first stanza particularly impressed me,
    Especially in autumn
    When you become part of the fall.

    A lovely poem of love.

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  3. This is absolutely fantastic :D :D

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  4. Beautiful... I love the interplay of fall and love and death and life.

    I especially loved these lines:
    "I pick up the living,
    shaped like hearts,
    the plump, yellow, still beating."

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  5. Lovely...autumn is my personal spring...

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  6. This is very strong poetry; I loved every word.

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    1. Thank you so much - that's wonderful to hear.

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  7. I like the line that says "Everything is not dead when it falls." And, "I'm gorging on the wind that feeds me hope"...such a powerful image that evokes. Beautiful expression of fall, love and hope.

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  8. Beautiful imagery in this and I think your use of the second person was quite effective.

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  9. So many beautifully effective lines in this. I like especially, "Everything is not dead when it falls."

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  10. I ADORE this poem! My new favourite of yours. I especially love "everything is not dead when it falls". And "I am gorging on the wind that feeds me hope." So beautiful, Shaista.

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    1. Thank you Sherry - it was my walking poem, gathering autumn as I headed towards the twins xx

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  11. New shoots are always waiting. Lovely!

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  12. Picking up hearts and setting them free. That is what I like to think. I was missing you so I came to visit here and I am happy I did. Kisses sweet one. Kenza.
    https://caramelcaramelo.wordpress.com

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