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In Praise Of Decay (and against plastic)

Malcolm Guite

In pale gold leaf-fall losing shape and edge In pale gold leaf-fall losing shape and edge

I walk each morning in some woodland near my home and especially savour in this late autumn, early winter season, the damp carpet of fallen leaves, now decaying and forming  rich mulch that will feed the soil for future growth. Even in their decay, losing edge and shape, melding and blending together there is in this carpet of leaves, a kind of grace and beauty. The other morning though, these meditations were interrupted by a sudden intrusion. There amongst the gold and mottled leaf mould, like some harsh alien excrescence, was a discarded plastic bag. It was totally out of place and told its own tale of indifference and carelessness; not just the carelessness of the person that dropped it, but the carelessness of the culture that produced it. The trees shed their leaves, and in that fall and letting go  achieve…

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Stubborn

And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind...

You won’t realize your mistake.
You’re as stubborn as they come.
Holding on for complexity’s sake.
I’m still here, and you’re still gone.

Every word I spoke was true.
I didn’t embellish them in the least.
You said you wanted something new,
and yet you returned to that loathsome beast.

I gave you too much of my heart,
pieces that you didn’t deserve.
You took them, casting them far,
far beneath the ocean’s curve.

I won’t realize my mistake.
I’m as stubborn as they come.
Holding on for sorrow’s sake.
You’re still there, and I’m still young.

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A Sinister Fade.

This is wonderful !!!!

jeanestene

“In this silence I fell asleep, exhausted by the happiness of my day. A happiness I cannot describe in writing, and my dream was full of you.” – Vladimir Nabokov

There's something sinister to it. The way that you do what you do to me. It once felt as though you knew me. You glance now goes through me.

As I glance into your deep, brown eyes, it seems likely that you're planning my demise. My knight and shining armor was a bloodsucker in disguise. Forget it. You've been forgotten. A once ripened love has exhausted itself and gone rotten.

A sinister fade. Many shades of gray. Where will we land if fate has its way?
If he asked her, she was ready. She was more than willing to give him her all. His subconscious psychology would  guarantee her downfall. He wouldn’t say it. But, everything about him spoke it…

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an incomplete equation…

beautifully thought out !!!

Read Between the Minds

an incommplete equation

i’ve started counting
heartbeats
ever since
i realized that
there’s
a finite number
of them
it helps me
fill the emptiness
when you’re
not around
it’s
for the most part
a pleasant sound
rather relaxing
when
staring into a dark sky
much better than
counting imaginary sheep
a practice
i’ve never really understood
sheep
always seemed
so
skittish to me
not
something to count
but
to be avoided
you should try
counting heartbeats
you’d be amazed
how loud
they can become
in the silence of darkness
how the sound resonates
in your chest
as you count
and wonder
what
the final total
will be

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