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| Autumn in Madeira by Jacek Yerka |
when autumn
wind blows
and brings
with it that familiar scent
I pack my
bags and move to my tree house
in the
shelter of tree trunks I create
a village
where my soul becomes alive again
I put my
thoughts on the leaves
and watch
them disappear
for everything
that is, perishes
I know the
world to be written in tragedies
but beauty
of life shines through them
in all the
seconds we get
we can
guess which one will be our last
which one
will bring change
and in
which one we will get lost
but in one
second your life can pass you by
and it's up
to you what you made out of it
divide your
days into the things
your heart
believes in
and observe
it grow
*
Written for Mag #239
Such a beautiful exploration of the thing we call time!
ReplyDeleteInventive and beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteevocative; you build a lovely place in which to spend time
ReplyDeletethis is so hopeful, so bittersweet, so full of wisdom and insight.
ReplyDeletestacy lynn mar
http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/2014/09/septembers-end.html
lovely take! nice poem :)
ReplyDeleteA tree house wouldn't be a bad place to ponder
ReplyDeletethe mysteries of life during a season full of change
and vibrant color.
We should make our life big ... beautiful poem :-)
ReplyDeleteI want a tree house just like yours...
ReplyDeletelove the tree house and the glowing leaves of thoughts...beautiful Natasa...
ReplyDeleteFirst a comment on your blog - love the delicate and personalized look - "written in tragedies - but beauty of life shines through them" .. perfect balance as is rest of poem between the light and darkness of life and ultimate choice to make what one will of the time we are given ...
ReplyDeleteHow important it is to see the beauty in life as you live it and not let it be colored by others.
ReplyDelete"for everything that is, perishes" - that is the heart of the matter.
ReplyDeletethat sounds like a beautiful shelter and love the magic of putting the thoughts on the leaves as well... i need to get me a tree house...smiles
ReplyDeleteloved the final message.
ReplyDeleteA lovely lesson for all:)
ReplyDeleteSo true that everything eventually does perish - the green leaves turn into orange leaves and then eventually they become part of the soil. But just as our lives go from green to orange to dust, yes sometime we can see our lives passing by, we have to make the most of each moment of beauty, dividing our days into the things we enjoy most, and know that even in those times of reflection and changing we can grow until we take our last breath!
ReplyDeleteI wish I can leave in a tree house and build a village where my soul becomes alive again ~
ReplyDeleteI liked how you weaved the changes of autumn with a more personal approach. I also liked the idea that the heart can grow again once it has found a sheltered place.
ReplyDeleteLove the tree house! ANd the leaves as a symbol of impermanency. Carpe Diem!
ReplyDeleteI love the idea,that the beauty will be shine thru the tragedy - this fullness so satisfied me, thank you!
ReplyDeleteSomehow living in a tree house at the times of fall would move us closer to the passing of the time..
ReplyDeleteThis is fantastic advice....especially "divide your days into the things
ReplyDeleteyour heart believes in and observe it grow." Great write, Natasa!
luv your inspiration of Autumn in the following lines
ReplyDelete"divide your days into the things
your heart believes in
and observe it grow"
thanks for dropping in at my blog
much love...
You are definitely on the right path...letting us follow your words :-)
ReplyDeleteZQ
This brought back some stellar childhood memories. Just glorious!
ReplyDeleteWhere to start with the love of these words....
ReplyDelete'shelter of tree trunks I create
a village where my soul becomes alive again'
love it....
and then, 'I put my thoughts on the leaves'....such beauty in these words.
I put my thoughts on the leaves and watch them disappear---really lovely!
ReplyDeleteWell written, "I put my thoughts on the leaves" is so full of potential.
ReplyDeletesome really cool elements in this....the writing on the leaves....my fav part though is def the life of tragedies and seeing the light shine through them...a cool bit of truth in that....
ReplyDeletesounds like a lovely place to go to.. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully executed and accomplished contemplation of time.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
i'll have to say, your piece opens up a lot of magic and storybook elements one can write more similar poetry from. at least that's that what i felt while reading it.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. I love the thoughts in it as well as its final advice to devide our days in the things we believe in. It is so true - that's how we grow.
ReplyDeleteabsolutely beautiful!
ReplyDeleteNatasha, absolutely love this line. "I put my thoughts on the leaves
ReplyDeleteand watch them disappear". The whole poem is beautifully written :-)
I'd like some time to ponder in such a tree house!
ReplyDeleteI came back for another read, kiddo, and get even more out of it today, when I am less tired. Today the lines that speak to me are "I know the world to be written in tragedies but the beauty of life shines through them." This is true, and is what keeps us going in sad times - that more of those glorious, golden moments are up ahead, just waiting to happen to us again.
ReplyDeletethese three lines blew me away:
ReplyDeleteI know the world to be written in tragedies
but beauty of life shines through them
in all the seconds we get
This is great. I like how you started off with a reference to the painting (treehouse, leaves) and then transition into thoughts about how to live life following what's in your heart. Well done.
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