The way in fall
what leaves becomes
your urge to stay.
It briefly fireworks,
in yellow, crimson,
blood, before it fades.
It’s like that postcard
sent from Côte d’Azur,
apologizing for the end.
And you recall the
breathless promises
before in fall they fade.
Today it’s time for a Quadrille again at dVerse, De hosts and wants us to use the word leaves. A wonderful word, and though I used it for what leaves, I did hint at the leaves of fall… Come and join us with your best Quadrille.
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August 29, 2016
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Those simple first three lines provoked an emotional memory. Well done, sir.
I simply love to write 44 words… (it’s like those 33 words at trifecta… or even better).
(I miss those Trifecta challenges!) Reading your poetry is a joy, Björn.
I miss Trifecta, too. SO much.
One of the reasons I adore the Quadrille so much.
Wonderfully evocative write, Björn….I love the first stanza, and your echo in the closing lines….
It’s that over-used metaphor of autumn rewritten…
…well, I like this one!
Thank you
Autumn is one of my favorite poetic themes to read. You can’t go wrong with autumn. She’s so short, though. 😦
Your quadrille left me breathless, Bjorn. I can’t wait to have a go at this prompt! I’ll have to save it all up until this evening!
🙂 it was a fun quadrille to write…
I love the multiple meanings tucked away in “fall,” too. This is really gorgeous. I especially like the first two stanzas. I tried to write one last night (a quadrille), but it ended up being too long, with the required word getting edited out. 😛
This is really profound: “what leaves becomes / your urge to stay” … We are all just like that, aren’t we? … I think this is my favorite part: “in yellow, crimson, / blood, before it fades” … Beautiful work.
Both leaves and fall are great words for double meaning… great to work with
I like how all the lines could either represent autumn, or the overall theme of change and of a relationship which has ended.
It’s like that postcard
sent from Côte d’Azur,
apologizing for the end. – simply put, but hiding a complexity…a relationship ended from afar, and also from an ideal place as if to rub salt in the wound.
I would feel a post-card from the Riviera even worse than an SMS… it’s like rubbing that apology in.. it’s not you, it’s me… humbug!!
Haha true, a postcard is very deliberate.
This is so good, Bjorn. And I’m so grateful you posted this early. I wrote a haibun! Yikes. Back to the drawing board!
Ah.. I hope you posted the haibun anyway (must rush over to read)
I’ll save it for OLN or just a day when there is no prompt. Funny thing is, I blended Toni’s sky and Dee’s leaves in this one–I’m crash landing here.
As for your poem, I gave such a cursory review, but just need to say I love the metaphor of fireworks–that brief moment that leaves one feeling full of awe.
Bjorn, I always, always love the double meaning that “fall” can bring…it is strong here, as well as your double hint of “leaves.” Love this.
It’s what came to mind immediately when seeing the word…. I once wrote a double fibonacci palindrome poem using this double meaning (alas only 24 words…)
fall music, exuberant plays
summer of forest
leaves in dance
turn
you
turn
dance in leaves
forest of summer
plays exuberant music – fall
Holy cow. You got skillz, boy. But I knew that. 😉
🙂
“It briefly fireworks” – best description of autumn leaves that I have ever heard.
Firework as a verb is a favorite…
The 24-liner is just beautiful. Maybe the fibonacci palindrome can be used as a ‘form’ prompt. Of course the quadrille is well done too. Took a double reading I can tell you.
Ha.. I think I did the fib palindrome a long time ago for a form exercise at dVerse.
Love how you describe autumn: It briefly fireworks…perfect for the bursts of color! I love this whole quadrille, actually. It is perfection and that postcard from Cote d’Azur….gave me the chills on this hot summer day.
There is so much that fades in fall…
Yes it does. A very melancholy time of year for me, even more so than winter.
Wonderful Quadrille. The third stanza is my favorite. There’s something about delivering bad news via postcard from far away that is so powerful.
Even more so when it’s a place of dreams like the French Riviera…
This reminded me of an old family album my mother found filled with postcards from two lovers. I felt like I stepped back in time as I read those words of endearment.
This is beautifully evocative. I especially fell in love with that first stanza.
Wonderfully eloquent ❤
This is nice!
Your words evoke such emotion. Well done.
The line that struck me most was the old postcard with the apology. That is an image I might need to steal for a poem I now feel the need to write!
You say so much in your few words, Bjorn…wonderful!
Ooh, this one puts shivers (of delight) up my spine!
breathless promises before
in fall they fade.
Fall seems to have a way of making one forget for some reasons. In a way it is true Bjorn!
Hank
Just quality, as ever. There’s something here that we all know and recognise.
Love this one, Bjorn. Especially the “fireworks” of all those fall colors….and then the fading of promises. The cacophony of color promises excitement….and then fades to winter shades of whites and greys.
Beautifully written! ❤
Beautiful
Autumn knows about love.
A great write, Bjorn.
Feels hypnotic. Lovely.
“The way in fall
what leaves becomes
your urge to stay.”
That is such a strong opening. Loved this.
ah, transient beauty, transient happiness – we must get a hold of them before they disappear. We must hold them even if they disappear.
Thoroughly gorgeous poem. My favorite is:
“The way in fall
what leaves becomes
your urge to stay.”