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to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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7 February 2016

Komorebi

I used to go out the wooden back gate
up the slight rise of the dirt path through the bush
and savour the fall of the sun, soft gold or blinding silver,  
down through the leaves of the eucalypts, in long shafts.
That was when I still thought the home I lived in was mine.

















It's Flash 55 PLUS! right now at 'imaginary garden with real toads'. This time the PLUS is to use one of twenty-two words in other languages for which there is no English equivalent. 'Komorebi' is Japanese and means 'sunlight that filters through the leaves of trees'.

Also linking to Poetry Pantry #288 at Poets United

The photo is mine and should not be reproduced without permission. © Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2016

35 comments:

  1. Profound writing here, Rosemary! Eventually we realize that we are just visitors, inhabitors, but not owners! A well-chosen 55.

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  2. Wow.. that packed quite a punch. Beautiful. And I love the word Komorebi and you've used it beautifully here.

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  3. Nice!!!

    have a good Sunday

    much love...

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  4. The sharp last line smoothly cuts in resulting in a soft nostalgic sadness...

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  5. Gosh maybe it's mundane to you, Rosemary, but "eucalypts" really strikes me in this piece. Very beautiful.

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    1. They abound here, but we Aussies regard them as very special.

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  6. What a chillingly brilliant conclusion to this story...it will be rattling in my head for some time...in a good way of course!

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  7. Oh the closing lines. I can feel the loss, and you know how much I resonate, my friend.

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  8. What a great piece. I mainly love how it tells such an interesting story that really isn't told at all. You have to read through the lines, and think about the back-story. Nicely done.

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  9. Oh I love this.. as said before the closing line. We are just guests I think..

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  10. Rosemary this is beautiful! Love the images of Komorebi you have conjured up!

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  11. it feels like there's a whole novel hiding behind this one.

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  12. Wow. so much said in 55 words Rosemary. That closing line is superb.

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  13. Beautiful. thank you for your poem.

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  14. As a child you don't question the ownership of the family home because it and the immediate surroundings was your world to live, explore and live in. Even now I think of my first home as me where the trees, the unmade road and field at the bottom of the garden and the pond with tadpoles in it was my whole world. Outstanding Rosemary.

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  15. We are guests on this beautiful planet...here for a while to enjoy the boundless beauty.

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  16. Love the poetic flow, the images, one phrase, my fave, - 'savour the fall of the sun'~ what we find next time - who knows....

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  17. "savour the fall of the sun"----I'm with Humbird...that's my favorite phrase, too.

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  18. This is wonderful --- so beautiful, and yet, so tragic at the end.

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  19. Constant reminder of one's own good feelings of home which is good! Wonderful take Rosemary!

    Hank

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  20. Beautiful, Rosemary. The light that filters through eucalyptus trees has a special quality indeed. Your last line really taps in to the emotional state; it gave me chills.

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  21. Rosemary,

    Glimpses of the surreal and reality merging. A fine image..
    Eileen

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  22. I could see those golden, silvery shafts of light. And the ending sad (as I read it)

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  23. Wow, great unexpected turn at the end there. Very good.

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  24. Oh dear--moving--easy to relate to--really well done, Rosemary--just terrific. k.

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  25. I'm familiar with the walk. Well written.
    ZQ

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  26. There is wisdom and serenity in this. Beautiful words: thank you for introducing me to Komorebi.

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  27. Last line brings back the reality. Awesome 55er.

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  28. Love the use of Komorebi. Beautiful poem with cool twist!

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  29. Love this one. Beautiful descriptors, with feeling, and an intriguing twist as the finale.

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  30. From soothing to sad... certainly a longing here with the addition of that last line!

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  31. That last line pulls at the heart...I've experienced similar. beautifully written on the light, Rosemary.

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