[A sestina whose envoi is a haiku. Something a bit different.]
"Memory"
What is there in the gentle play of leaves
That vault and swirl like dancers, then spiral
Silently back down to earth; when they fall
The whole world seems to die before my eyes,
And when I smell their incense as they burn,
I am transported to another time,
A time when love and laughter in her eyes
Danced like the leaves, and on me they would fall
Like manna, or if I deserved not, burn
Like glowing embers. And now I spiral
Down as my thoughts traverse the vault of time
And in its book turn endlessly dry leaves.
Memory abhors a line, its spiral
Ever circling back; and its sad gyres burn
The tracks they trace yet deeper all the time.
Why do most of my ruminations fall
On holidays? We do not need the leaves
In the old table; there are fewer eyes
That dance in merriment before they fall
On some choice morsel right there all the time.
And now the simple thought of these things leaves
A tear where once was joy, makes my eyes burn
For what they cannot see ― these mortal eyes
That saw your grace descend on a spiral
Staircase would gladly close, so much they burn
To once again possess you. Though memory leaves
The trace that’s like true aloe for my eyes,
That memory itself dissolves with time,
The soft ringlets of your hair, each spiral,
The way they’d play about your face and fall
All lost to the cruel ravages of time.
I cannot be the happy man who eyes
The world unjaundiced; my spirits spiral,
Brown and withered, and no thought of you leaves
Me far from valleys where the shadows fall
Or where the leaves of autumn endless burn.
O time, each one leaves,
My eyes burn; all things spiral
Down, all born must fall.
Update:Regrettably, the three-line envoi is part of the form, Beth. I agree with your thoughts on this matter.
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Beautiful. Throughout you wove a rich tapestry with the colors of fall as if life were the spiraling leaves in gusts of wind. First love in the spring creates memories that haunt into late summer. Wistful moments we relive.
Leading to your perfect haiku closing.
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I suppose you must need the last three lines for the form. But for me the true ending was -autumn endless burn-.
I am surprised at how much this affected me - you have captured regret and lost youth, and poor choices.
Regret is a bitter wine.
I am also surprised that as full of words as this poem is, I was right there with every one. Skill, that.
The leaves burning is a powerful metaphor. I can smell it.
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