means green leaves
or wilted ones for roots
waiting to be buried in
a new soil (after breaking
itself in half to taste
one fine sunray). means
the distance between
tomorrow’s to-do
list and last night cricket’s
pillow-in-tears. means
some more carbon dioxide
exhaled after a brief trip
inside your lungs, one
breath, and another
until your flesh fingers
melt with the old roots of
one mourning tree.
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23.06.2021
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For dVerse: dVerse Poetics – One True Sentence
Inspired by Mr. Hemingway’s:
There is nothing else than now. There is neither yesterday, certainly, nor is there any tomorrow. How old must you be before you know that? There is only now, and if now is only two days, then two days is your life and everything in it will be in proportion.
–For Whom the Bell Tolls (1940), Ernest Hemingway
Beautiful take on the Hemingway quote, Rosema ❤️
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oh thank you, Shweta!
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You’re very welcome 🙂
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A breathtaking invocation of now. The closing lines say so much!
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thank you, Ingrid. Invocation. Such a lovely word.
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Enjoy being a green leaf. Your poem refreshes the acknowledgement of the inexorable march back to the soil. Beautifully composed, Rosemarie.
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Oh. Thank you for your thoughts, Ms. Lisa. Yes. We will enjoy the now that we have. 🙂
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You are most welcome 🙂
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feels like dream mending, images of fingers cradling a tender root. i like this, very well written.
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thank you, Phillip. really appreciate your beautiful feedback.
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Such a beautiful piece. ❤
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thank you, Lucy!
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I thought of coming full circle as I read your poem …. I enjoyed this.
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you indeed captured the full circle, Helen. Thank you.
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I think now we have everything, the past and the future… and it is all about those roots I think. Maybe that is our purpose… to feed the roots
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that’s a profound thought Bjorn. perhaps. perhaps. thank you.
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The ending link took my breath away. Lovely poem as always.
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oh wow. thank you, Grace. really appreciate you.
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awesome writing that resonates deeply!
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thank you, dear friend!
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my pleasure precious!
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❤
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“the distance between tomorrow’s to-do list and last night cricket’s pillow-in-tears,”.. this is such a deeply captivating write! 💝💝
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oh thank you, Sanaa!
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Loved this, especially the lines “the distance between
tomorrow’s to-do
list and last night cricket’s
pillow-in-tears”.
Felt that.
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thank you for highlighting those lines, Mubashshira! ❤
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Beautiful piece!
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thank you, dear friend!
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You’re utmost welcome!
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