calendar leaves

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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.

—
10.30.2018
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For dVerse Haibun Monday – Transitions.

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45 thoughts on “calendar leaves”

  1. 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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  3. 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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  4. 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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  10. 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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      1. 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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