I wake up early and sit on the stoop
watching leaves lunge to their deaths,
wagering with some god
whether they will land
in the pile
my son-in-law has raked
into little haphazard stacks
not stuffed into a bright orange bag
I noticed in the back entry.
I miss your words
like old friends
taking a long vacation
elsewhere.
I check for wind
that might cause a scurry
and flurry of sighs
in this wait,
shuffling and organizing themselves
in tidy clumps of thoughts
for me to sip coffee over.
Page after page, turn over
like half-wakening family
raising their heads
off pillows
to check for a familiar sound
before settling again.
I am lonely at this required isolation
when I know fall is stirring up images
I can not stay out in the cold to discover.
Author notes
prompt: When Poetry Embraces As Kindred Sigh
A contest entry
- When Poetry Embraces As Kindred Sigh by kaibab.
1125 points, ended November 10, 2007, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Excellent penning!
"Page after page, turn over like half-wakening family
raising their heads off pillows to check for a familiar sound before settling again."
My very favorite line...
Very well done...deserving of the Gold!
Write on!
*PEACE*
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"I am lonely at this required isolation
when I know fall is stirring up images
I can not stay out in the cold to discover."
Sighhh...You are incredible, you know. Such magnificent imagery, even those tinged with sorrow, came to mind upon reading these beautiful lines. Congratulations on the gold, my Sister. You pen our hearts, my Friend. 
Wanda
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Carol . . . you never fail to cause my mouth to drop in awe . . . your emotion speaks volumes in this beautifully penned piece!!!
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I hear the sigh in these words, I feel it in the cold wind, I see it in the leaves falling.... a beautiful poem, Carol... the cold that reminds us to always return to warmth...
~ Nicolette
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"Page after page, turn over
like half-wakening family
raising their heads
off pillows
to check for a familiar sound
before settling again."
Sigh - I can only wish to write as well as you one day...this is excellent
loved these lines....you are awesome!! Congrats on the gold
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A breathtakingly beautiful poem, M'Lady!
"I miss your words
like old friends
taking a long vacation
elsewhere.
I check for wind
that might cause a scurry
and flurry of sighs
in this wait,"
Kindred Sighs, Carol.
Congrats on the GOLD! ~ Nicky♥
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beautiful .....
touching..
I feel so happy to read your words today and congrats on a well deserved gold my friend
Lynda
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Beautiful!
Thank you for this refreshing walk through mother nature and the elegant repartee Let the winds blow... let the leaves become the messengers as we listen to mother earth and all of her signs
Wishing you much success and greatful you have received the much deserved gold for your works
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Breathtaking~ and so worthy of gold. Love the metaphor in S4, wow.
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ty so much for the reson to tell you how much I miss our morning sharing...
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So hanting
this stir of Mother's banished blender,
where all things yellow swim,
November's morning glass,
her empty fullness
flavor to fire
one more surge of word's fall purge,
my distant friend to feel such rusty stealing,
of kindred skeleton's to rise, revealing
one my more line in isolation.
thanks so much...
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and now...the famiy wakes and I am on baby watch...
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