leaves

madness saving me

from worse

wind saving me from

still air.

the leaves

trying so hard

Reviews

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. oh wow ... i have never ever read anything ... where madness is seen as the safety mechanism ... that springs up chaos to save us from worse ... there's a rare submission and gratitude to the universe here ... one that is both humbling and divine ... at the same time ... the analogy of the wind is startling ... another unique dimension of your poetry ... but here you allow us readers to unravel it with a new awareness ... yes, it's the wind that saves us from the monotony of that which is monotonous and tedious ... i know this so well ... when i sit on the terrace with still air ... it is like being consumed by a vacant emptiness ... indeed the leaves try hard to carry the wind ... rustling and giving us evidence ... and yet ... if we look at the leaves as a pun ... in the sense of that which leaves ... sometimes that which leaves has to try hard to leave ... or we have to try hard to make it leave ... you etch in silver on the most beautiful teak, paul ... and you say so much to and about the universe ... in such few words ... amazing, just amazing ...

[TAO]

Nice. Reminds me of life; being plain is hell, I learned when I was young. This poem makes me remember, and inspires me to stay as I am.

[Wondering Mind]

leaves are helpless in fall