Thursday, October 3, 2013

The Death Of You

 
I languish in the death of you
smiling down at your scattered remains
kicking at them for my own pleasure
watching as your color drains
until there is nothing left but bare bones
and the frail, brittle form of what used to be

linking up with imaginary garden with real toads

31 comments:

  1. This is one of the nicest autumn poems I've read. Could refer to a relationship. Enjoyed.

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  2. Thank you Myrna, what a lovely comment.

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  3. Ha ha! This so awesome... really enjoyed it. Lets hope it never describes a relationship!

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  4. What an amazing word poem in tribute to the falling leaves of autumn - I can hear the crackle of walking through their scattered remains. Continue your languishing :)

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  5. Such an interesting idea to use almost the figure of a corpse! But works so well here. k.

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    1. Thanks . . . the double meaning came about as I was writing it.

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  6. Oh God...Kathryn...loved it to core...such depth...amazing :)

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  7. smiles...i love autumn
    and i love playing in the leaves
    you def give it perspective in this one
    as well

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  8. Your contrary view of death is most striking in these lines. There is something to be said for the old giving way for the new in many contexts, and certainly in terms of the seasons.

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    1. Thank you Kerry, I love the changing of the seasons, especially heading into Fall.

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  9. Combining languishing and smiling expresses my love for the fall, and the rest of the poem supports that. Happy October.

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  10. so much weaved into a few words...Old to new a changing of moods and seasons...

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    1. I love how fall elevates my mood, although you may not thing so from this poem. The cooler weather and fall colors reenergize me somehow (must be because it's my birth month).

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  11. Such a beautiful expression of autumnal transformation, life transformation really.

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  12. I'm liking it, Kathryn ~~ It reminds me of a now departed preacher friend who, when visiting someone he knew fairly well in the hospital, would bring a boquet of dead flowers or a dead plant. I don't think he was having morbid thoughts but this seemed rather strange to me.

    Our Autumn in South East Gulf Texas is here on the calendar but it won't turn the leaves' colors until November and December.
    ..

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    1. Thanks Jim. A bouquet of dead flowers or a dead plant . . . . now that is strange. Despite the leaves changing and falling it's been warm here. We had some rain this weekend which I'm hoping is going to bring some cooler weather to our piece of Ohio.

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  13. This time of year is so beautiful. You've captured an important aspect of it...beautiful.

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  14. ah, a wee dram of wicked :)

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  15. I like this. I am reminded of how only the stem and veins remain when the leaf part dries - sort of the skeleton of the leaf... nice work.

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  16. Is it last Thursday already? Evergreen summer souls in slow preparing for winter? I lose or gain days, or years... I mean the same old one in a zillion snowflakes trampled into a mesh of brittle mud or that same one leaf mulched and moldy...something different today, not long before next summer anticipates my soul breaking thru to sunlight my hungry skin of winter bear heavy ice. See what your thoughts spark or torment in me?... live long enough and a living thing clearly goes global warm.

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  17. Love it the second time through. What a killer opening line! (and photograph as well :)

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  18. Lovely take on the autumn leaves...but then again it could be anything what used to be ~ Happy day to you ~

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  19. Kathryn, I love the sympathy for the dead leaves, combined with the "what the hell, I'll kick 'em just for fun" attitude! Autumn is the season of change, of the earth being put to bed for winter, and the falling, dying leaves are such a part of that blanket... This is lovely. Thanks for linking it to Real Toads! Amy (a humble Toad)

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