each month, i've been making a found poetry piece. This is from October's, which ended up being about the hours of the day/seasons of the year/rhythms of a life. hence: autumn.

each month, i've been making a found poetry piece. This is from October's, which ended up being about the hours of the day/seasons of the year/rhythms of a life. hence: autumn.

The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."

And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.

We're all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It's in them all.

And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.
- Rainer Maria Rilke
letting #31days be a set of writing prompts for my poetic soul - join me?

letting #31days be a set of writing prompts for my poetic soul - join me?

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AuthorJamie Bonilla