After two months of daily writing (minus a few days in February), my writing energy is fading, fading, fading. Thus, it seemed especially appropriate to share a trio of poems inspired by a ghost leaf.
Rain showered
Wind scoured
Time devoured
M. Hogan (c) 2018
Autumn’s light imprint
trickles away with the breeze
sand and time disperse
M. Hogan (c) 2018
Once a fallen leaf
Now a fading memory
How fleeting it is
M. Hogan (c) 2018
This week’s Poetry Friday Roundup is hosted by Heidi Mordhorst at her fabulous blog, My Juicy Little Universe. She facilitates a wonderful discussion with Irene Latham and Liz Steinglass, explaining the origins of the Progressive Poem and the exciting twist for this year. Skip on over to enjoy that and to get a head start on April’s Poetry Month.
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Beautiful, haunting, sad poems. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks!
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I was fascinated by the image of a ghost leaf and found myself wondering where an oak leaf would find itself dusted in sand. Your few words inspired several minutes of contemplation. Hang in there for one more day. Then, how do you recharge as a writer?
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I’m fascinated whenever I find these leaves or their imprints. After this challenge ends, I have no idea how I’m recharging as a writer, but that’s a great question to ponder!
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You eat the words!! (Read. Lots of books. And replenish your supply of words and creativity.)
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Grand plan! 🙂
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Oh I can relate to the fading after a month of intense writing… your poems and the very phrase “ghost leaf” is gorgeous and haunting. Thank you! xo
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Thanks, Irene. These random leaf sand prints at the beach always intrigue me. There is something haunting about them.
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Thoughtful poems. Each is haunting in its own way. And thanks for the link – I think I need to get in on this poetry Friday thing!
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Poetry Friday is such a wonderful community! You should definitely check it out! Follow the link to explore this week’s offerings and you can get more information at http://kidlitosphere.org/poetry-friday/. Hope to see you there!!!
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Two months of daily writing is impressive considering your life as mom, wife, and educator. Well done!
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Empty nest makes it a lot easier. Thanks for your support, Dan! Your comments mean a lot!
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They are melancholic beautiful poems, I love your first one, and after the rain the “ghost leaf” carries on… wonderful image it seems so large, but it is probably small, thanks Molly!
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Thanks, Michelle!
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I think that photo is fascinating! Perhaps you should get out and do noting but take photos for a few weeks. I’ll bet you’ll find inspiration there.
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Thanks, Diane. I love taking pictures and haven’t been doing that much lately. I had a chance to do so today and it felt so good!
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Molly,
I loved, loved, loved the Ghost leaf image. Your poetry is just beautiful. Keep sharing.
The snow is melting in my neck of woods and I just found my pan that was buried under a snow. So your ghost leaf brings a smile to me.
Best wishes.
Purviben
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Sounds like there’s a story in that pan!
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Molly, you crack me up! Your not one, not two, but THREE ghost leaf poems belie your claim to be fading. : ) I like the first one best.
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I think it was more a matter of indecision than a matter of creative energy. lol
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Such an intriguing collection of poems! I really like this image as well…haunting.
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Thanks, Kiesha. I’m always fascinated by leaves at the beach–or by their after images. Not an oak tree in sight, but still, there they are!
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All three poems capture that fading energy. The photo, too, is haunting.
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These are all lovely. That first, so different to the others – but so clever, too. (The other two are quite wistful.)
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Empty nest mood often equals wistful.
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Oh, I’m hearing you! We just had our first Easter, not just minus our Singapore lad, but minus our youngest, too. BOTH boys in one fell swoop! Lots of emotions to process this year… (But lots of good stuff, too!) xx
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