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Thursday 27 November 2014

Poem: Silence has its ending



the times are bleak, cold and always passing
yet sunlight comes creeping in
putting a light on the dust settled on the wings
of ideas you shaped, but never kept the fire burning
your body transformed into that one of a tin man
and now you know how it feels to bleed rust
the seeds you water will sprout
every leaf has possibilities and a purpose
even after it dies away
it merges with the soil and feeds
the new ones, preparing to bloom
every waiting, like silence, has its ending
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22 comments:

  1. A fresh beginning is always on the anvil and all we need to is to keep our faith and hope alive!

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  2. We can see the usefulness in others but often it hard to find in ourselves. Better to be a butterfly than wasteful and destructive mankind.

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  3. such a delicate and observant poem.

    the title reminded me of a quote from Haruki Murakami, "Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear"

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  4. Nataša I loved reading this a few times as I contemplated silence having an ending....

    'every leaf has possibilities and a purpose' gives great hope...

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  5. 'after it dies away
    it merges with the soil and feeds
    the new ones, ' ~ so much wisdom in these words for our human life... ~ Love the deep meaning you gave to this metaphor.

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  6. Yes, every leaf has a purpose...I like that thought. And even after it dies its purpose is carried on by the soil it has fed. Definitely applicable to humans as well. Smiles.

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  7. I liked how slight hope delicately flows into your poem, via the light and the coming leaves.

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  8. The leaf that leaves have a way of returning.
    silence has a way of being filled with song again..

    Love your thought of life to return again. Works so well at this time of this year, or for anyone deep in melancholy.

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  9. I love it when light comes creeping in!

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  10. I can see strength and growth in this poem. "Now you know how it feels to bleed rust" is such a great line. I love the watering and tending of new seeds......powerful last line! Great writing, Natasa.

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  11. Very nice writing. 'your body transformed into that one of a tin man and now you know how it feels to bleed rust'. Great wording and imagery. Very well done!

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  12. They will move on despite us, those ideas--the good and strong ones. Tin Man--gosh! Well done.

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  13. renewal is what nature is all about, but humans are making it tough.

    fantastic ending to the poem. :)

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  14. To bleed rust - wow! I like this poem. I sensed a little anger, but mostly hope in new beginnings.

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  15. I like it when sunlight creeps in and every leaf has possibilities..that is so true even when a leaf falls it still can be transformed.

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  16. I so enjoyed reading this, Natasa. Lyrical and beautiful.

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  17. The poem ends with a positive tone.
    Loved that

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  18. oh this is lovely...i get the feeling that life is but a series of re-birthing...transforming. as if every experience becomes useful...

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  19. Gosh, the imagery and the word play. I love it!

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