FRAGRANT DEATH by Moriah M. Mylod

How fragrant Death is…
The leaves,
The brush
Dying
and 
Decomposing
Under
Our feet

Why, we watch
The last breath
Burst into
Many shades
Of the color wheel?

A pretty party of
Leaves falling
Like raindrops
Spinning
and
Twisting
Changing direction
To and fro
The insides
Of living things that
Once were
Agonally gasping,
Grasping
How fragrant Fall is… The leaves,
The brush
Dying
and
Decomposing
Under
Our feet

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Photography by Andrew Brockerhoff

Instagram: drewbr0ck

 

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Moriah M. Mylod

Moriah M. Mylod is a Jungian, art psychotherapist, painter and maker of many things. Her column in TERSE. is entitled "Playground Rules & Physics." She is inspired by the relational connection and disconnection to persons, places, memories, events, the seen and the unseen. "I am often paralyzed and moved by my own acute sensitivity that has cursed and blessed me in my efforts to better understand or even counsel others and myself." In the process of becoming more self-aware through her artwork, she is learning to honor the meaning and mystery of the paradoxes that perpetually exist all around her and within her. Her hope as a creator is to discover what her (unconscious, subconscious and conscious) is trying to say, and to emotionally materialize the moods we hold as humans, as spiritual beings. "I am here, I create…so, I exist."

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