For days, the steady pounding rain
drowned out the poetry that bubbled
in my soul; my small voice hobbled,
stuck in the mud of an old-fashioned October.
But this morning, on the cusp of November,
bright stained-glass shadows dappled
the sodden grass, where unexpected sun
illuminated the willow in the garden
disrobing yellow leaves before it goes to sleep.
Kim M. Russell, 28th October 2019
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Kerry Says: What is Metamodernism?
Kerry has taken a dive into metamodernism. She believes that we, as a collective of ‘toads’ have fulfilled all the criteria of metamodernism and asks us to write poems, give our voices to something bigger than ourselves and which cannot exist without us: a new culture of literature, art and communication.
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“… old fashioned October”, just stirs up my old fashioned imagination.
Great adage. 🙂
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Thank you kindly. 😊
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My goodness this image; “disrobing yellow leaves before it goes to sleep,” left me absolutely breathless! Gorgeous write, Kim!! 😍😍
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Thank you so much, Sanaa! ❤❤
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How marvellous it is when a crisp day follows rains – much better for the soul and for words
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I’m having one of those days, Jae, with gorgeous autumn sunshine. If course, it had to happen on a day when I’m cleaning cupboards!
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Beautiful.
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Thank you so much Regine.
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This is wonderful, Kim. Your focus on transitions, I think, is what metamodernism is about – the meta part certainly. Here your transition from month to month, from gloom to a more hopeful blooming of light is perfect.
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Thank you for your lovely comment and for confirming that my focus is indeed metamodernist. I enjoy these challenging prompts that make my ageing brain work harder.
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Those grey days do make us turn inside. (K)
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I love grey, misty days!
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This is very beautiful. I felt the uplift of the soul at he colour and promise of those vibrant leaves.
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Thank you, Sherry.
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Your images are as glorious as ever, Kim! I love the shift in the mood as the sun appears — “disrobing yellow leaves” is such a beautiful expression. 🙂
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Thank you so much, Anmol. 🙂
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I really like this poem Kim, the meta fitting your poem inside your poem works so will with the changes of the seasons.
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Thanks Bjorn.
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Dappled is one of my favorite words, to me it sounds just like it looks. I can relate to the crisp sunny day and the onslaught of words. And “willow in the garden disrobing yellow leaves before it goes to sleep” is wonderful.
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I agree with you about ‘dappled’, Debi. This morning is crisp and sunny, no ground frost yet, but it’s on its way.
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Your imagery was perfect as my mind pictured every word…brilliant!
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Thank you so much, Robin!
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I can just picture this old-fashioned October. I imagine your voice rings out loud and clear amidst the yellowed leaves.
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😊
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This is so lovely Kim. we are having an autumn day here as well. Almost noon, and it’s only 69 degrees! Did Mojo come home?
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Thank you, Linda. Mojo did come back, at three in the morning, but she’s disappeared again today, scared off by the builders. They’re installing the stairs as I write – at just gone seven in the evening. I hope they finish in time for me to go to bed – I’ve been sleeping on the sofa since last Thursday!
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Oh my, but I am so happy to hear that Mojo came home!
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Going from October into November is big with me as the two seem so different, you told of this very nicely. For me the last two days are like finally getting to the “M” road. Today, the 30th is my birthday, and follow that with Halloween will make all here ready.
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Thank you, Jim, and a very happy birthday! 🙂
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