My eyes glinted
the stars caught it
the misty tear “goodbye”
I tried so hard to hide
*
The first time you waved
that winning smile followed
my heart couldn’t believe
I’d get used to watching you leave
*
your deep voice fills the rooms
in memory’s spaces
and I fight back dreams
to shrink you back to three
*
but all that is left
an imprint of your laughter
captive of the autum’s glow
and your 7 foot shadow
*
as you walked out my door
*
leaves spinning
autumn’s dance floor is full
home is far behind
The prom pt at Chevrefeuille’s is Exodus. This haibun is a reflection of the final waltz of autumn as loved ones say their goodbyes.
I’m also sharing this with the Poetry Pantry where poets join to share a bit of warmth.
sad:(………
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Watching our children grow and leave is yes sad but so part of being a mom
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The missing is palpable here, Leslie. It is very hard to watch a person leave, especially if you either know they will not return, fear they will not, or don’t know when you will see them again. Sometimes all we have left is the memories, and with time even they fade…………
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Beautiful Mary thanks for understanding
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parting always creates a void…may be time fills it…
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yes and memories
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It is with a tinge of sadness to be deprived of the wonderful colors of Autumn. But it is not something unexpected so it is not too bad. Wonderful write Moonie!
Hank
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Thanks Hank I do like to evoke feeling in poetry…
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parting can be so sad…as would be getting used to their leaving…
as if it happened again and again…and you have to wonder, why?
nice play on the season as well….
hope you had a great thanksgiving moonie
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Yes the reality is difficult but the memories are warm on a chilly night. Oh we did. I hope you did too Bri!!!
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Oh…just love those last three lines…hope you had a fine holiday.
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The haiku inspired by the leaves as they jauntily danced about – glorious end of the season
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Nicely done! Beautiful haiku
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Thanks so much Dolores
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This is incredibly poignant and evocative. Especially the “misty tear goodbye” and the seven foot shadow……”your deep voice fills the rooms in memory’s spaces”………..oh, love and loss! How it stings!
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I never understood as my grandmother’s eyes would watch her son leave what it felt like – now I do…
Thanks Sherry
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Goodbyes are always painful…even the temporary sort. Loved this, Leslie…season and people merging and blending as they leave.
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It is part of our lives isn’t it? The reunions always grand
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sad and wonderful although I hate goodbyes!
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yes I do too. “Hellos” so much better!
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Sorrow upon sorrow!
Exodus
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you portrait that sadness in such a beautiful words and images.
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To see someone leave is heavy like November..
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Very well written you convey the emotions very well.
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So much of what I have read lately fits with the things happening in my world at present. This poem of yours does well so beautifully I have to say.
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We humans are like the seasons in so many ways …
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This reminds me so much of dating a girl and having left her at her door with a too short a kiss being buffeted by the autumn wind and blown leaves as I make my lonely way back home. Beautiful!
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ahh at first it was going to be a bit of a stormy love but my son leaving took over I think fall is a warm time for lovers.
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great feeling of loved ones gathered then dispersed.
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There is something so final about walking out the door…
The Way Out
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__We may say good-by, but the door remains open, and the child keeps the key, as in your key poem… below. And I offer this senryu.
grown now
this child steps through lifes door
love’s key
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Doug a perfect senryu and I have to agree; they will always possess the key
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Very beautiful and forlorn, Leslie. As lovely as always! 🙂
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Thanks so much Nina – hope Thanksgiving was beautiful for you
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I do not have children but I know there are people I do not like to see go and I am sure my parents do not like when I wave goodbye.
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This touched my heart as it brought up those in my life who have left forever or just for a short time…such incredible emotion here…beautiful!
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there will always be a dread and aching when one’s children are grown up and they have to leave and start their own lives somewhere. sure, with today’s technology and social media, we can argue that’s it’s easy to keep in touch, but i think it will always be different.
you poem so succulently expressed this emotion .
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