Unfastened from the branch,
That had once clutched me at my feet,
Falling, falling, landing,
On a gust of wind.
All my life I had been green,
But now I am proudly brown.
Brown comes from experience.
It's like being withered with age.
With age comes wisdom.
Now I have the ability to fly,
To go anywhere the breeze takes me.
In time I will land on the ground,
And as moments pass, days, weeks,
I will melt into the soil,
Becoming one again with the earth.
And in my place a new growth will appear,
Perhaps another tree, on which
Many more of my kind will sprout.
(Methinks I should stick to haiku!)
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The natural cycle. Reborn anew.
Beautifully said.
I still say you are a natural.
Screw "Haiku". (sorry)
Goatman,
:) Reading your comment gave me a great big smile. Thanks!
Well I happen to think your poetry is just fine!
I really like this second attempt.
What do teenagers know anyway? :)
Sibbia,
Thank you so much! I don't know, there are some teenagers that know more than me! And I used to think I was so smart (when I was a teenager). :)
It is pleasant.
I would like to read more of this.
Already successful and just think how good you will be at my age after about 20 years of practice.
I just interped your dream in the former post here on your blog Sophia. This Poem now reminds me of that interp.
Being brown from experience and the branches that had once held you into the normal and usual things people think valuable...this all indicates the search and the discovery of the very special and unique sense of identity that your dream spoke of you finding.
Now it is extended here in the poem to you taking that special and unique treasure and making it known and something that will be widely recognized for the value that you saw in it in the first place (only then, for yourself, now it will be made accessible to many), and many will come to agree with you regarding the value and they will become a group identity within the world.
Talk about synchs, I would say you have one here all your own.
I also think that in your normal voice, your spirit speaks well, just don't sweat the small stuff, write as you feel it wanting to be said, just some of my own personal advice.
You do write good haiku, but you always were great at just speaking your mind, pushing it into some idea of poetry might be good for you, don't sweat the structure, just enjoy the experience Sophia.
I would say, keep it coming young one, there is plenty of time and nothing to worry about. I know I enjoy reading it. Love and Peace to you always Sophia.
I keep coming back to this; I love "orchid" also. "proudly brown" stays with me. To lose the green of youth and previous life but to still be happy and proud of the new brown incarnation is a happy thought.
Do you mind if I copy these for my collection?
Mossy, I've already forgotten. How old are you again? Methinks you are still a young pup!
I would like to one day be as good as you. But I don't think that will ever happen. I use too many simple words, both in conversation and in writing. It must mean I'm simple-minded. When I was younger I was more complex-minded. I don't know why I went in reverse.
Jim,
I like that you have tapped into me so much that you were able to interpret the dream and see the connection to the poem. Not even I could make the connection, but now I see it. Your perception is so amazing to me. You know more about me than I have ever told you. This is rare in this world. But being like that means you are really connected to me, to others.
I do not know that I am really a brown leaf, yet, but someday I may be. I suspect when I'm 60 or so, I'll be sharing what I know with a young woman or man, helping them get through life by telling them about my experiences, and also helping them to not make the same mistakes I have.
Goatman,
Thanks for the encouragement! I'm tickled pink that someone likes my poetry enough to want to copy them into their collection. Of course you can. Thank you. :)
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