by Hellon   Apr 18, 2018

I once was a feather
that clung to the leaf
that finally spiraled
to the ground as
Autumn approached...

Now I am that feather
that awaits...


@Hellon 18th April 2018


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  • 5 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Dear Hellon,

    What is life but a pointless adventure filled with coincidental meetings, short moments of coexistence that end when we get discarded in expectation of the new season?

    I feel you, but yet, when we step back a bit, we might get to see the bigger picture and realise that nothing is what it appears to be. It is my belief that we are souls living in a temporary vessel called "body" and we are, as such, without age or expiration date :0)

    Well done, take care,

    ps: hooray for the end of downvoting, ha ha ha!!! ;-)

  • 5 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    a waiting feather - I like the metaphor and imagery. The tree is life, youthful, Autumn being a time of life, middle age where life, typically, slows down. What's a person to do but wait for Winter chill, or for a gust of warm wind to waft you up and away for a new adventure.

  • 5 years ago

    by Em (marmite)

    I like this a lot hellon I can not say I understand but your imagery is perfect. Wish I had a nomination left

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