Sendings

By Shirley Segev

Shirley Segev

© Shirley Segev

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Contact: shirley.segev@sympatico.ca

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The leaves that fell

The leaves that fell
to the bottom of the pool
are still green,
dark shaded where
the stone reflections hold the
cool
upon the surface,
losing composure, here and
there,
to the free flow below,
but not too surprised
by the clear water's heaviness,
memories of treetops splashed,
expected fading of complexions,
dashing of expectations,
visions drowned in a flash.

How fast joy's sparkles turn to dust

How fast joy's sparkles turn to dust,
but seconds of a pregnant pause
born in their stillness, life enclosed,
fragility's crumbles exposed
to hope's forgetful and flawed grasp,
thus yielding to unfathomed laws,
dust to dust gathers to discern
sparse sparkles in a newborn crust,
hinting new joys and concerns
none for too long
to last.

The quiet hum of humdrum life

The quiet hum of humdrum life
that goes on till disturbed by strife
when longing for the former, numb,
takes over, feeling down and dumb,
implying hope for peace regained,
against this certainty, life pained.


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