Monday, October 18, 2010

On, In and Around Mondays: Let Me Place You in Autumn

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What do you do, when the rain is falling? I asked. For Autumn has come, and with it the rains.

What do you do when the rain is falling?

Maybe just this. You take the time to set it down. In words, or images. In an afternoon spent walking, pulling someone close. Or just watching a loved-one move in her own space, outside of you, beyond...

Pound Ridge, Autumn

There are so many years
between us,
like these fields
now stand between us; you never stop
moving South, touching
tops of bronzed grass bending
to the weight of September.
I hold quite still, note
that you don't look back.
And I don't want
to look forward.

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Pound Ridge in Autumn photos, by L.L. Barkat. This post is also offered as part of One Shot Wednesday.


On, In and Around Mondays (which partly means you can post any day and still add a link) is an invitation to write from where you are. Tell us what is on, in, around (over, under, near, by...) you. Feel free to write any which way... compose a tight poem or just ramble for a few paragraphs. But we should feel a sense of place.

Would you like to try? Write something 'in place' and add your link below. If you could kindly link back here when you post, it will create a central meeting place. :)

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Blogger Kathleen Overby said...

I miss Tessa. "She's not looking back..."

11:13 AM  
Blogger Jennifer @ said...

I've been looking back/looking forward today, too. I've been feeling a certain caught-in-between.

11:25 AM  
Blogger Louise Gallagher said...

The poignancy of this piece touches me, deeply.

My daughters look forward to their lives unfolding as I remember the times unfolded -- all those unfoldings we've shared getting to here, this place, where 'forward' is so exciting for them.

11:38 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

With a daughter expecting in December and a son turning 18 this week I find myself "looking back/looking forward". Yes, "So many years" and they just keep flowing on. Your words consistently move me.

11:50 AM  
Anonymous Sandra Heska King said...

Sigh . . .

12:31 PM  
Blogger Laura said...

I love these photographs. Golden.

2:45 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

wonderful full words of life.

2:47 PM  
Blogger S. Etole said...

the truth of this tugs at my heart ...

3:02 PM  
Blogger Real Live Preacher said...

We don't have autumn in my part of the world. Well, we do technically, but it stays rather warm and there aren't many trees with changing leaf colors. None to speak of anyway.

It kind of drags through December. I've worn shorts at Christmas outside many times. Then a cold front comes in January and the temperature drops to the 30s in one night. Winter is here.

3:17 PM  
Anonymous Monica Sharman said...

"I hold quite still, note
that you don't look back.
And I don't want
to look forward."

...I am there. I am just exactly there.

3:55 PM  
Blogger Sharon Cohen said...

I don't really know how I stumbled in here - but I am so glad that I did. Serendipity? I like to think it's God's hand at work. I wrote about the autumn and the return of the rains in Sacramento - yesterday - before I found this, before I found you. I hope you don't mind me interjecting my offering this week. I've added you to my RSS feed.

4:40 PM  
Anonymous HisFireFly said...

Something about Autumn. It's endings, beginnings, the pull on heartstrings...

4:41 PM  
Anonymous Kathleen@so much to say, so little time said...

So beautiful. So poignant.

9:28 AM  
Blogger RissaRoo said...

Oh, those last few lines, they sum up the feeling so well. This raising up and letting go is such bittersweet work...Beautiful, how you've captured the moment and the feeling so deeply here.

10:12 AM  
Blogger RissaRoo said...

Oh, those last few lines, they sum up the feeling so well. This raising up and letting go is such bittersweet work...Beautiful, how you've captured the moment and the feeling so deeply here.

10:12 AM  
Blogger Michelle DeRusha said...

I used to live in Goldens Bridge, NY -- Pound Ridge is a favorite place. I trained for a marathon in a park there! Thank you for the lovely autumn flashback.

10:17 AM  
Blogger Kim said...

Mine is not a physical place, but a spiritual/emotional/mental one. And not a place where I want to stay too long...

3:05 PM  
Blogger patty said...

I love when you wrote, maybe just this: that you set in down in words or images. Lovely One Shot poem xo

9:19 PM  
Blogger Brian Miller said...

nice one shot...intiguing the one moving forward, the other not want to even look that way...but you watch still...

9:38 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is a lovely post, the poem sensitive and beautiful. The last four lines especially pulled at me - very much an autumn poem, whichever way one wants to read it.

9:42 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Just living in the present moment--autumn has its gifts of reflection, doesn't it? Enjoyed it.

1:34 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"The weight of September" my fav line, don't know why. The desire to hold back, the young need to move forward and away. Contrasting emotions encapsulated in grass.

1:54 PM  
Blogger Claudia said...

absolutely amazing and touching writing! wow - you had me from the first line with your wonderful words

2:56 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well written poetry. You have a strong, clear voice.

5:05 PM  
Blogger PattiKen said...

This is very poignant and beautiful. It is so hard to watch them move away, with barely a glance back, while you keep your eyes pinned their receding backs. I guess that's just the way of things.

6:50 PM  
Blogger Shashidhar Sharma said...

Its very nicely done.. I enjoyed it...

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9:44 PM  
Blogger Jerry said...

This reminds me of a scene from the movie Gladiator. Where Russell Crow dreams of being back home at his farm and his hand brush the tops of golden wheat. It is a poetic scene of the movie but not as good as this you've written.

7:27 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Loneliness and hesitation bring hesitation.

9:48 AM  
Blogger dustus said...

Enjoyed your poem and photographs. Also looks like you've developed a nice platform for people to share. Cheers

10:10 AM  
Blogger Marshy said...

this was so well written....i thought of the endless summers and the joyous memories that we cling on to whilst tentatively moving forward each day..great one shot..cheers pete

4:18 AM  
Blogger Bonnie Gray said...

I'm not writing poetry online right now, but what's around me now is this --

Still branches, leaves clinging
The air moves, like drops of water underneath the soil
Making it's hidden way
to roots running deep
Away from the surface where it once lost it's feet
I'm reaching
I'm falling
towards my December
with fingers gingerly open in gratitude of November.

It's been awhile and autumn brought me remembrance of you and your poetry, Laura. Love your words like a crisp autumn morning.

1:01 PM  
Blogger Steve Isaak said...

Exemplary, prose-ish use of symbolism.

5:24 AM  
Anonymous Alex Marestaing said...

Finally had time to read your post today. Beautiful. Love the line "I hold quite still, note that you don't look back. And I don't want
to look forward."

So sad

10:18 AM  

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