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Wind Dancing
by Max BouilletMay autumn leaves
tumble through the sky
and brush against your cheek.
(they are fallen kisses from
goddesses in hiding, too timid
to reveal themselves)
...and if after the leave's
windswept dance,
they should land at your feet,
crumble them not.
Throw them once again to the wind
and blow kisses back to
she who sent them your way
to begin with. 10/06/2004 Posted on 10/06/2004
Copyright © 2024 Max Bouillet
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 10/06/04 at 09:00 PM Wistful, magical and flowing with grace. Beautiful writing.. :) |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 10/06/04 at 10:27 PM A well seasoned kind of zen...nice writing my friend :) |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 10/07/04 at 12:10 AM Oh, my dear Max. This weary journeyman sits at the root of this tree after FEELING Robert Frost's "Leaf Treader" for many weeks now. I know this space is for critique, but I search out the most beautiful leaf, in its wholeness and final brilliant colour, and give it back to you with a kiss from my open palm to yours. This...is beautiful. It spoke to my SOUL. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/07/04 at 12:55 PM would ne'er think to step on defunct nature, beautiful still in her demise. revitalized through your quill. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 10/07/04 at 03:14 PM it's all wistful and soft and fuzzy. |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 10/07/04 at 04:54 PM There is a touch of realism and mysticism here, very balanced; and much warmth. I'm getting excited about autumn now :) |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/08/04 at 01:18 AM A whimsical and fanciful tribute to Fall! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/11/04 at 12:14 PM Bittersweet Autumn expression Max. Well done! |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 10/15/04 at 03:31 PM Yes, romantic but with a metaphysical touch. The blending is so complete. This is beautiful. |
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