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THE RISE AND FALL OF ALL

THE RISE AND FALL OF ALL 
29th March 2012.

The rise and fall of music, the rise and fall of wind,
the rise and fall of making love, the undulations 
of the hills that rise and fall where waterfalls spill,
the oscillations of the lake where ripples touch the sky 
and shake the starlight out in day, to glitter there 
beside the bay on sandy stretches filled with knobbly 
logs, swayed to shapes of soft smooth curves, 
carbuncle toadstools on the trees, like aunts 
and uncles rocking, rising falling on their walking sticks,  

wild winds rising falling, sighing, moaning 
through the houses polishing the bricks,
the road has risen, fallen in the frosts, the sound, 
a breeze that causes reeds to bend, as do the sparrows 
little weights where seeds hang on the ends,
the sudden rush of noise from traffic blown in air
its rise and fall from loud to hushed
the distant wail of buzzards on the wing
the rise and fall of mountains to the sky
our spirits rise and fall with all these things.

Style / type: 
Free verse
Last few words: 
Just a thought from my notes...
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Comments

It paints a picture of the cycle of life that connects all beings and thingsfor me.
Thank you
Tommi

Tommi Cordial

Dawn breaks over marble head...

The pace of this is brilliant, took me until my third read to catch it. But once you get it it's a wonderful little journey through, yes as Tommi says almost a life's cycle. Great poem, no crits. Love Roscoe..

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

I have only seen fall
some one tell me
what is

RISE!

Autumn Leaf
I .....

loved

I am glad you rose and fell along with me,
I was riding the flow, rising and falling as I go/went!

Love the hills undulating across the view,
and the sudden rise to the heavens
like a bird caught in a thermal up above the mountain.

Loved this haiku, remember the sky lark fly's high in the blue
singing and singing all the while :-

High on a mountain
we heard a skylark singing
faintly, far below........................................Basho.

Then we have risen higher than high
to hear the skylark below us...
wonderful.

L. all Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

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you just took me on annanya
what a beautiful feeling i get from this read
i just simply love the language use
- had my spirit undulating with the hidden rhythm and rhyme
(just like that of life)

nothing to crit
hugs
judyanne
xxxxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

How dance/movement,
song/sound,
sensed joy/in the mind,
the vision of all this metaphorised(!) in all around us,
is part of our essential passion for living life.

All elements playing together,
swirling through us,
as our blood circulates through us continually,
the vortex of existence personified,
described,
lived
in our utterances,
however each one of us
decides to enact it.

Thank you dear judyanne,
annanya.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

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