' leaves '
i cannot say farewell
to this splash of color
the perfumes born to spring *
a surprise on my breath
the jazz in the birdcalls
this razzmatazz of green
i know it turns to rust
as it did last autumn
and i said just nothing ..
/original/z.g.
[* ED:-" to the perfumes that spring "]
to the perfumes that spring
ReplyDeletea surprise on my breath and
the jazz in the birdcalls
Loved this and was in danger of cutting and pasting the entire poem.
But there is an inevitability to it.
ReplyDeleteLovely words.
A beautiful, awe-filled silence! I can't say that good-bye, either.
ReplyDeleteNice work..nothing is all that you can say to a farewell
ReplyDelete"I know it turns to rust as it did last autumn"...just beautiful! I enjoyed your poem so much. Wonderful work!
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love this one!
ReplyDeleteWonderful. Loved it!
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Another great one!
ReplyDeleterazzmatazz of words here. Very nice one
ReplyDeleteLovely little jazz riff. Made my heart sing with the birds.
ReplyDeleteThe splashes of spring are just appearing in my yard as you tell of saying Farewell...the seasons come and go so quickly these days.
ReplyDeleteI sometimes wonder if life has been put on a Fast-Forward spin.
Good thing you will not have to say farewell for quite a while. Spring can be such a lovely time. Your words are wonderful.
ReplyDeleteDear zoya--
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful--
thank you for saying something!!
..to all of u ..many thanks..
ReplyDeleteDeborah Godin said...
ReplyDelete" OSI - Farewell, a delightful read, a skillfully handled blend of pathos and humor, and the last line really brings it!! "
March 18, 2009 10:43 AM
I keep saying hello to this poem, and to your work Zoya. If I begin to comment on your words here, then I have to end, and I am enjoying it too much for endings.
ReplyDeleteI love any poet that can use razzmatazz in such a lovely way.
ReplyDeleteI really connect with your sense of color and movement in the world around you; wonderful piece.
ReplyDeletegreat music & rhythm in your words & images! Makes me hungry for the green...... the birds are coming, the snow is melting, but the green, the green is humming, base notes underground. Delightful!
ReplyDeletebeautiful moment that you enjoy ! no farewell!
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