A leaf in happy morning mood
kept active by a wilful gust
that saw it cartwheel quick, quick, slow.,
which knocked the winter rust off me.
My toes felt lifted, so inspired
I gathered pace and took a chance.
I chased it down a country lane
to join it in its crazy dance.
i love this...the willingness to run with abandon in life...to take risks. the wind being a whim...
and i found it interesting that in reading the first few lines i not only envisioned, but hoped for the ending...that the speaker would be dancing with the leaf...
what great partners they make.
j.
Posted 4 Years Ago
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4 Years Ago
Thanks Jacob. Such fun to watch a scuttling leaf tumble down the lane. Even more fun joining in jts .. read moreThanks Jacob. Such fun to watch a scuttling leaf tumble down the lane. Even more fun joining in jts dance.
For the sake of simplicity I would get rid of the 'a' from the third and second to last line and the 'it' from the last line.
to read....
"I gathered pace and took chance.
I chased it down country lane
to join in its crazy dance."
Ugh. Usually I'd just attribute that to fair criticism of my review. But I know who you are and I .. read moreUgh. Usually I'd just attribute that to fair criticism of my review. But I know who you are and I know that you make fake profiles specifically to make others look dodgy. People like you make me sick for the most pathetic of reasons.
4 Years Ago
(carola, dumb a*s, I bet you forgot to log out and use one of your other accounts for this... hahaha.. read more(carola, dumb a*s, I bet you forgot to log out and use one of your other accounts for this... hahahahah… moron)
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you certainly do not know me as i don't you & nor do i want to.
you sure make a lot of assum.. read moreyou certainly do not know me as i don't you & nor do i want to.
you sure make a lot of assumptions dave, so whose the moron now.
i looked at yours & christine's writings & gave my opinion.
Yes, winter does often get us into a condition like rust. It's like we are corroded by inaction, cold and gray skies. Sometimes something unexpected can serve to jolt us out of that freeze. If it's just a little, windswept leaf, so what? It worked.
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4 Years Ago
A little light relief on a winter day, when spring seems so far away. Thank you John for your valued.. read moreA little light relief on a winter day, when spring seems so far away. Thank you John for your valued thoughts.
LOL my mind wants to chase that leaf but my feet won't let me:) but i did enjoy watching you chase it dear Chris I once watched a bread bag get lifted into the air and do this lovely stop and start dance and was mesmerized by it it looked like ghost were playing with it
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4 Years Ago
Thank you Bunny. The number of times I have watched plastic bags caught in brambles tattered and tor.. read moreThank you Bunny. The number of times I have watched plastic bags caught in brambles tattered and torn struggling to break free. Pleased you enjoyed my efforts here. Have a good Sunday.
I liked the light-heartedness of this poem; it flows well and the reader gets the point quickly. I can see the leaf skipping down the lane and a person, perhaps a child, running after it. Nice write!
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4 Years Ago
I really appreciate you checking in Betty and leaving me this lovely review. Have a great day. .. read moreI really appreciate you checking in Betty and leaving me this lovely review. Have a great day.
Chris, I needed this poem this morning. Winter has grinded me down, and just thinking of that image lifted my spirit. The sun's up and I'll look for that fallen leaf doing cartwheels down the road.
This poem is a good example how nature offers a different and often refreshing perspective. The goodness of life is truly found in the simple things, especially in nature.
Thank you Robert. Pleased this lightened your morning. I know what you mean by the grind of winter. .. read moreThank you Robert. Pleased this lightened your morning. I know what you mean by the grind of winter. We have it with floods and gales at present. Have a good week-end.
Chris
4 Years Ago
You're welcome, Chris. Prayers and good thoughts for better weather all around.
Reminded me of the "plastic bag in the wind" scene from American beauty. It's fascinating how our minds can find beauty even in the slightest, most mundane things when we pay close attention.
When we are younger, the world is much brighter, and anything can be considered magic.
But as we age, we begin taking the ordinary things for granted, and our visions dampen, but there are always moments that awaken the little kids within us, compelling us to throw caution to the winds, and chase down leaves with reckless abandon.
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4 Years Ago
Thank you MFD. Always important we never lose sight of that inner child. Really appreciate this revi.. read moreThank you MFD. Always important we never lose sight of that inner child. Really appreciate this review. All good wishes.
dancing with the
wayward leaf to
the rhythm of nature in
all its glory ..twirling about
sounds like fun; such
a happy carefree delight..
nicely penned poem
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4 Years Ago
Thank you Fran Marie. That's the inner child coming out to play. So grateful for her. All good wishe.. read moreThank you Fran Marie. That's the inner child coming out to play. So grateful for her. All good wishes.
I remember a few times as a kid when I had chased a runaway leaf, at other times a rabbit on the loose in a garden. This is really good. The feeling comes through.
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4 Years Ago
Thank you Pestonlee. Pleased this little poem brought some memories and feelings back from your chil.. read moreThank you Pestonlee. Pleased this little poem brought some memories and feelings back from your childhood. I can remember chasing a rabbit round a garden once too. Appreciate your visit.
Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..