As You Walked Out The Door #Holidays #children #poem


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My eyes glinted

the stars caught it

the misty tear “goodbye”

I tried so hard to hide

*

The first time you waved

that winning smile followed

my heart couldn’t believe

I’d get used to watching you leave

*

your deep voice fills the rooms

in memory’s spaces

and I fight back dreams

to shrink you back to three

*

but all that is left

an imprint of your laughter

captive of the autum’s glow

and your 7 foot shadow

*

as you walked out my door

*

leaves spinning

autumn’s dance floor is full

home is far behind

leaf dance

The prom pt at Chevrefeuille’s is Exodus. This haibun is a reflection of the final waltz of autumn as loved ones say their goodbyes.

I’m also sharing this with the Poetry Pantry where poets join to share a bit of warmth.

Published by moondustwriter

Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. In 2019, we have an exciting project. We are developing elementary curriculum for Ugandan children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children who want to learn. Along with the curriculum, we hope to develop simple fictions about Uganda for the children to read at school. Trust me books are in short supply. We will use our trusted story tellers: a butterfly and a lion to make the stories come alive. Stay tuned as Bethany and Me put pen to paper. I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2012 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the (quiet) originator of the idea and co-producer of One Stop Poetry. I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers. There are many facets to this moon - thanks for stopping by.

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  1. The missing is palpable here, Leslie. It is very hard to watch a person leave, especially if you either know they will not return, fear they will not, or don’t know when you will see them again. Sometimes all we have left is the memories, and with time even they fade…………

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  2. It is with a tinge of sadness to be deprived of the wonderful colors of Autumn. But it is not something unexpected so it is not too bad. Wonderful write Moonie!

    Hank

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  3. parting can be so sad…as would be getting used to their leaving…
    as if it happened again and again…and you have to wonder, why?
    nice play on the season as well….

    hope you had a great thanksgiving moonie

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  4. This is incredibly poignant and evocative. Especially the “misty tear goodbye” and the seven foot shadow……”your deep voice fills the rooms in memory’s spaces”………..oh, love and loss! How it stings!

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  5. This reminds me so much of dating a girl and having left her at her door with a too short a kiss being buffeted by the autumn wind and blown leaves as I make my lonely way back home. Beautiful!

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  6. __We may say good-by, but the door remains open, and the child keeps the key, as in your key poem… below. And I offer this senryu.
    grown now
    this child steps through lifes door
    love’s key

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  7. there will always be a dread and aching when one’s children are grown up and they have to leave and start their own lives somewhere. sure, with today’s technology and social media, we can argue that’s it’s easy to keep in touch, but i think it will always be different.
    you poem so succulently expressed this emotion .

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