Like most of us, I had never written one. Or even read one. So I embraced beginner mind. No expectations. No comparisons. Nothing but listening to what might arise in the quiet.
Our theme was fall, or foresight, or both.
Autumn is blaze and decay;
A shuddering blow of the horn;
Split fruit; one tree stark,
One still singing.
-----Sara Lewis Holmes (all rights reserved)
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Why does this make me cry, Sara? Is the horn, or the leaves falling? There is just some sort of poignancy to this that really gets to me. Thank you. I love it...
ReplyDeleteWow, so much drama and the stillness of one captured moment. I especially love the unexpected horn.
ReplyDeleteOhhhh. One tree stark, one still singing. That... just... wow.
ReplyDeleteYou can make this beginner mind thing REALLY work. I bow to your expertise!
I too love that "One tree stark, one still singing", Sara. I was watching one of the trees near me on a recent windy day, wondering why its leaves were letting go as others stayed? So, I researched it & it has to do with the species as we all probably guess but also the amount of sunlight it gets which makes it stronger. Sunny days do make us feel happier I think. Thanks for your lovely naani observation!
ReplyDeleteI'm going to ditto what Tanita said. I adore "One tree stark, one still singing." May we all remain singing.
ReplyDeleteSuch crisp images in this naani. I love the split fruit and the one tree still singing.
ReplyDeleteI saw, "Wow", also. The contrast in the first line sets up the poem. Great perspective!
ReplyDeleteSo good! I've enjoyed reading all of these poems in a form I'd never even heard of!
ReplyDeleteBlaze and decay...such truth!
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