The light is gone, blue skies turned gray,
I slowly sink in tohubohu,
drowning in my sad confusion.
My colour fades, I waste away
mourning my so brilliant hue,
was it real or mere illusion?
In my leaf life I seized each day,
lived the sky, though down deep I knew,
North winds promised this conclusion.
I tossed in hope, kept lightness in play,
bargained with each cold wind that blew,
flutter-danced with blind collusion.
And now I rest, my dance is done,
I surrender, my story’s spun.
In response to Jane Dougherty Poetry Challenge #36: Drowning Leaves.
Jane provided the image, the first four words, and an invitation to attempt a trilonnet poem with rhyming scheme abc abc abc abc dd. At first I wasn’t prepared to ‘go there’–after all it’s summer with sun and foliage to enjoy. But then a down moment arrived and at the same time I coincidentally discovered the word ‘tohubohu’. It means chaos, disorder, confusion, and emptiness–originating from a Hebrew word used in the Book of Genesis.
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