I think
that sometimes
when the wind is howling
and everyone finds refuge
in quieter places
that same wind
furious and mean
allows for random leaves
brought together by accident
to intertwine
and revel
with discovery
© 2012 Michael Fiveson
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Mike's Look at Life 
What a lovely piece and change of pace. I was awakened from one of my recurring tornado dreams today and this piece reminded me that it can never destroy but only change perspectives.
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That sounds like a very unpleasant dream. I used to have recurring water dreams where I’d be driving down the road and the road is overcome by water and I am pulled into the water. One night I swam to safety and the nightmares stopped but I am still prone to dreams involving water.
And thank you for liking my simple poem.
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Your poems are far from simple my friend.
Words, put into lines by your hand,
sometime bring tears to my eyes and touches my heart
also making I stronger
Or simplicity is strong 🙂
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Thanks Rasta. My poems are simple because I am simple, but not in a bad way. If I write something and nobody knows what the hell I am talking about, what have I accomplished? Thank you for your thoughtful and loving comment.
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How lovely!
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How sweet!
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That’s a really lovely poem Mike.
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Thank you for that. It is heartfelt and personal.
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Very sweet and unusual!
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That is part of who I am, sweet and unusual.
Thank you Marielba.
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*smiles*
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Thank you.
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Thank you for sharing
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This is very nice! I really like it!
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Me too. Its probably my favorite writing. Simple and true. Thanks very much Michael.
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Pure. Simple and pure. Very nice, Mike. Once you swam to safety in your dream they stopped huh? When I was a child I started having a dream that my parents and I were on a bridge when it collapsed. I still have them to this day. Add to that, I am terrified of bridges now. I keep my composure, but I’m dying inside!
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Yeah, the fear of the nightmare stopped once I stood up to it. Was about taking control for me. Oh I still have the beginning of those dreams but they don’t last. We play out our fears and needs in weird ways when we dream. That sounds frightful, that bridge dream. I really don’t like driving over bridges either. I get tense. The ones in NY where I grew up actually are built to sway in the wind. geez.
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“Random leaves brought together by accident”. The whole concept of this poem is intriguing. You are right. You are talking about a phenomenon that we mostly ignore. Why did you think of it?
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Well that’s the question George. Astute of you to ask.
Not unlike the gentleman you ran into in the restaurant, there are always forces at play.
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Yep. There is no such thing as a coincidence, I think.
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And I am with you there. Completely.
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I really like this poem. Very nice flow.
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Always great to get a positive comment on something I have written. Very rewarding for me. Thank you.
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This is a great platform for reward. Keep up the great work.
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🙂
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That is truly beautiful. It actually brought tears to my eyes. Reminds me of all the wonderful people who have been brought into my life after the loss of my daughter. Thank you.
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Your sentiment in lieu of your loss makes you kind of special, you know. I am officially in your camp.
Thank you Lyndell.
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Your poetical spirit is amazing… This is so nice poem, I loved it so much. Thank you dear Mike, with my love, nia
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I like that! Thank you Nia.
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It’s a little difficult for me to reading poetry in English but I loved this poem!
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‘to read’ 🙂
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Nice! Thanks man.
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Such visually powerful images, Mike.. thanks for sharing your vision and words!
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And you, thank you for reading and sharing as well.
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Wow, I am reveling in discovering the real Mike! Your photos speak and your words paint!
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I like that so much Sheila. Really I do. Thank you so much.
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You are welcome!!
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Great emotive work Mike, thank you for sharing it.
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I emote, therefore I am. Thank you.
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That’s a beautiful thought, my friend…nice words…your tender heart is showing again…your precious Pumpkin and now your random leaves intertwining and reveling with discovery. Thank you, dear Mike. 🙂
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Thank you Scott.
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Very fine poem, Mike! From one ‘random leaf’ to another, I’m so glad I found your site.
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That is a nice comment. You say nice things. Thank you.
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I mean what I write as, I’m certain, do you.
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Of course.
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You never cease to amaze me, Mike. Nice work.
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Thanks Emma. That poem is very special to me. I like it also.
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Oh, this moves me…beautiful!
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Thanks Sylver. Where you been girl.
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This poem is anything but simple when it comes to its meaning. It’s beautifully done. Thank you for sharing, Mike.
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Yes! It is not simple at all when you get right down to it. Thank you for that. You get it.
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You’re very welcome. The more times I read it, the more I’m impressed and moved by it.
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It is very personal for me and will remain my favorite piece.
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It is among my favorites of poems (I’ve ever come across).
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That really pleases me, as it is something that once fell out of my head, and signaled some real change. Very sweet of you to engage me about it.
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