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If I Were a Leaf, I Would Fall for You
If I were a leaf, I would fall for you.
From high atop the highest tree, I’d spy
As you came forth and topple through the blue
To meet your shoe as it kicked me up high,
To fall and rise once more and tumble nigh
That shoe to be kicked again as my plan
To be near your feet or fluttering high,
To always be your leaf that takes the van.
I am no falling leaf; I am a man,
A tired, old mortal with little play
Where once I strolled and kicked the leaves and ran
Beside you. Then I matched you fey for fey.
Good days come and good days go. Good days fade.
But those memories I would never trade.
This is an entry in our Group Writing project. Tomorrow and Thursday are still open, if you’d like to try your hand at “If I was a —, I would —.”
If I was a poem, I’d start with a line
about leaving alone or leafing through a book
high atop a high thing like a poet’s gaze. Mine
would fit like a shoe if the previous crook
would keep his rhymes easy. The meter I took
from rising and falling, the egos of men
in shadows of fey ever worthy a look
(more often falling — since there we begin
and linger a while, if I’m honest.) The sin
is that poets can kick around rhymes in the night
while smart people sleep. Oh, they dream and they grin
for chasing fair fey that hearts set alight!
The sleeping man catches his dream at the bell
while poets keep kicking at lines. Just as well.
Blame it on Spenser.
You two are extremely delightful. <warm fuzzies>
I always do.
What’s with you and Miller? Are you guys trying to bring back the word “fey.” Good luck with that.
It’s a good policy.
I think he was just copying my usage. As for me, I’m older than the altars of the West, and many’s the word I cleave to my breast.
Stockholm poetry.
Heh. Wasn’t meant in that way, but that is a funny thought.
Well, just cleave away, if thou must.
The women, good sir! We bring the women! ;)
I love a good sonnet. Thanks A and A.
Man, that guy was a great private eye.
Hawk makes me laugh.
Suddenly, I am picturing an Elizabethan private eye novel.
You never read any of the Spenser books? They’re good.
You probably never read any of the Travis McGee novels by John D. MacDonald.
Mongo practically lives a Travis McGee novel. He just has to move to Fort Lauderdamndale, live aboard a houseboat (slip F-18, Bahia Mar Marina), and explain to Mrs. Mongo about all the bikini-clad women hanging around.
That last one could get him killed.
Sure, but they aren’t Elizabethan. Also remember the TV show with Robert Urich and Avery Brooks as Hawk.
I never watched the TV show.
I love Avery Brooks. Captain Sisko is a god…