Some lives are leafy limbs
compelling eyes to gaze at them
to acknowledge their convulsive beauty
Naïve in their baseless joy
they reign
a scant and unremembered season
And then they die
never having truly lived

Some lives are leafy limbs

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It’s a reflection on the depth and significance of a life beyond its temporal existence, highlighting the importance of depth, meaning, and impact over mere fleeting pleasures.👌
Exactly.
🤝
Amen.
A beautiful duology of poetry, Mitch.
Thank you, Priscilla.
Thought provoking and beautiful. 🙂
Thank you, Nancy.
Dude, thia now replaces my favorite Mitch post. That goes back a ways. Good job, Bro!
Why, thank you, Anonymous!
Absolutely beautiful!
Thank you, dear friend.
I think losses enhance those barren limbs, maybe.
So do I, Joy.
perhaps, the learning we get from the loss is what enhances us… ?!
That was really beautiful and a creative way of looking at it
Thank you.
🤩
What a wonderful poem! And great photos to accompany. Are those the same limbs?
Not as far as I know, Russell (and thank you, btw). I looked for photos of limbs with a similar shape and direction in order to tie them together.
Simple beautiful!
Thank you, Mary.
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