Monday, March 16, 2009

farewells. (osi)

' 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 "]

20 comments:

  1. to the perfumes that spring
    a surprise on my breath and

    the jazz in the birdcalls

    Loved this and was in danger of cutting and pasting the entire poem.

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  2. But there is an inevitability to it.
    Lovely words.

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  3. A beautiful, awe-filled silence! I can't say that good-bye, either.

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  4. Nice work..nothing is all that you can say to a farewell

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  5. "I know it turns to rust as it did last autumn"...just beautiful! I enjoyed your poem so much. Wonderful work!

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  6. razzmatazz of words here. Very nice one

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  7. Lovely little jazz riff. Made my heart sing with the birds.

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  8. The splashes of spring are just appearing in my yard as you tell of saying Farewell...the seasons come and go so quickly these days.

    I sometimes wonder if life has been put on a Fast-Forward spin.

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  9. Good thing you will not have to say farewell for quite a while. Spring can be such a lovely time. Your words are wonderful.

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  10. Dear zoya--

    This is beautiful--
    thank you for saying something!!

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  11. Deborah Godin said...

    " 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

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  12. 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.

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  13. I love any poet that can use razzmatazz in such a lovely way.

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  14. I really connect with your sense of color and movement in the world around you; wonderful piece.

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  15. great 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!

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  16. beautiful moment that you enjoy ! no farewell!

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..namastey!~