One year ago I dived into another job, left the comfort of the four corners of a white room filled with the smell of fresh news and sweet scent of deadline sweats. With closed fists and shut eyes, I took a leap away from comfort to embrace the unknown new.
Now here we go again.
My soul sifts the autumn’s apple fume slowly succumbing to the mint breeze of winter. My bare feet moving inch per inch towards another cliff too stiff for me to see the bottom cloaked in dead black pitch. My ears can hear the soft crackles of January crackers and a faint love song of June’s giggling sea.
Dry calendar leaves
falling with each dusk and dawn.
Brave breaths ebb and flow.
Some mind blowing epic phrases there.
“sweet scent of deadline sweats”,
“succumbing to the mint breeze of winter”,
“another cliff too stiff”,
“cloaked in dead black pitch”,
“faint love song of June’s giggling sea”, this got me kilig kilig.
Your writing here seems to be on steroids. So full on feelings, honestly painting the canvas of your heart. I thank you again for writing, my beloved
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Oh dear. You enumerated them and my heart cant help but start twirling. Thank you so so much, my beloved. Your presence make my pen write some more. 😘
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indeed..loved the lines
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Thank you so much!
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a brave heart showing every facet of her writing beauty, how I loved the crackling of leaves as the calendar page is turned. so very good my dear Rosie!
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Ah. Crackling of leaves, indeed. Thank you so much, Gina!
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I always love the way you write your lines..its so vivid that when you talk about sounds i can hear it, when you talk about colors i can see rainbow and when you talk about scent i can smell it through..this piece is again one of those.
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Awwwww. Your comment made my writing heart smile. Thank you so much, Mich!
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Oh gosh–this was wonderful! Such vivid phrases: “white room filled with the smell of fresh news and sweet scent of deadline sweats” “a faint love song of June’s giggling sea” “Dry calendar leaves”–and more.
Continue those brave breaths!
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Thank you so much, Ma’am. I am trying. 🙂 your words are cherish! Thank you again!
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🙂
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the mint breeze of winter………oh your writing here is visceral in its descriptive phrases, that being just one. A beautiful post to the prompt!
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Oh thank you so much, Lill! Transitions present so much inspiration for the pen. 🙂
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Change is always good…or so they say?
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It is always good. Perhaps not at first. But eventually. 🙂
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Nice phrase: “love song of June’s giggling sea”
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Thank you so much for noticing that, Frank!
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Oh Sister, Dear–your writing leaves me hushed ❤
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Awwww. So are yours, sissy love. Thank youuuu!
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Bless you, Rosey–love you SO MUCH!
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Much love back at ya sissy!
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Yaaayyy ❤
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Change can be good. Beautiful writing, Rosema.
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It is mostly good. It always happens for the best! Thank you, Diana!
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Agreed. You’re utmost welcome. 💙
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hugs hugs hugs
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Right back at you, my friend! 💙💙
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This bit is so beautiful: “My soul sifts the autumn’s apple fume slowly succumbing to the mint breeze of winter.”
Changes can be like that and where it took you seems so pleasant and comforting. It’s true that “brave breaths ebb and flow”. Very well penned! 🙂
-HA
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Ah thank you for noticing those lines. 🙂 Thank you so much, HA!
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Love the way you describe both the past job and the new, as well as the midpoint between June and January (in terms of sound)… wonderful
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Thank you so much, Bjorn! Oh the transitions.
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Change such as this can be so intimidating.
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I cannot agree more. It is exciting, too!
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A bit of mystery here, but the angst of upheaval comes through loud and clear. Your descriptive phrases are wonderful.
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Thank you so much, Beverly!
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oooh those brave breaths. love your haibun dearie, beautiful descriptives ❤
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Thank you so much, dearie!!! Cheers to changes!
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Your descriptions are so evocative here, Rosema! I’m in awe, and change can be scary but it can also be an amazing opportunity 🙂
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Awww. Thank you so much, dearie Jade! I have never been so fond of change, i love comfort more. HAHA. but ive been diving into lots of cliffs recently, and I am loving the art of unknown. 🙂 Thank you!
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Oh yes I understand the appeal of comfort but there’s a quote that goes, “comfort is a beautiful place, but nothing ever grows there”. I hope you’ll continue to dive into cliffs and discover all the different ways you can grow, my dear Rosema 💜
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Aw yes. that quote is so true and ever so timely. Thank you soooo much, dearie Jade!
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“succumbing to the mint breeze of winter” – Love that image. Beautiful poem.
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ahhh. im grateful. thank you for noticing that line. thank you! 🙂
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Changes are coming for sure. Love this part: My ears can hear the soft crackles of January crackers and a faint love song of June’s giggling sea
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Yes. Changes are so constant. Thank you so much, Grace!
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