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I watch you, tumbling
In your red spiral death-dive;
The dance of Autumn.
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I’ve had so many names in this life I lose track of which ones were ever really mine and which ones I wore because someone needed me to. Some were handed to me before I had words to refuse them, before I knew what they meant, before I knew I could say no. Most weren’t meant to hurt. That doesn’t mean they didn’t leave marks. Marks that told me who I belong to, who I am by way of who claims me, recognizes me in the good and bad, who walks beside me.
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I read the one about striptease first, and now we are on classic ballroom dancing. Love it, Rachel!
The contrast between dance and death-dive is excellent Rachel, and hits on both ways of seeing the leaves fall😊
Spiral death dive! What a turn of phrase and image, Rachel! 😃
The dance of death reminds me of Bergman’s film The Seventh Seal and the medieval plague years in general. For me it makes the poem feel like more than a celebration of autumn, perhaps a commentary about the autumnal season of our lives. But I’m probably reading into it. Beautiful poem, Rachel. Good luck on the challenge!
Another vivid Autumn haiku: Excellent: “ red spiral death-dive;”🤩
Autumn dance and deathfall. God, you're such a creative writer. I already knew that, of course, Rachel, but it's always so good getting that reminder. You really should put a book together. One of your minis/micros and one of your poems. Well done.
Oooo, death-dive. I love that! Such a beautiful Haiku!