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The Last Leaf
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The Last Leaf |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
 Branches scribble, on bright sky paper Slender hands, with wispy-tip fingers; The last leaf is pasted, on a single digit. Its refusal to go, made statement by linger. . Promises to keep are tightly bound- Life predetermined in tight clenched fists, That long from now in warm April-weather Will burst out green, from unfurled tips. . High above, the flag of summers army Is still born high, waving in my sight. The single dot wags,weak but bold Like a waning..crescent moon at night. . The north-wind tries to lose its grip, And make it tumble-flutter down To join its comrades in retreat, That morph towards humus, on the ground. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
weak ... yet bold Isn't that just a great "maxima" to take to heart! Wonderful is the right word for this poem, dear Ford. The picture is spectacular and your words accompany it with majesty. M |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Holding on to the last resort, and I can understand and feel the leaf's dilemma, been there, done that holding on bit, Ice. ~*~ Tell me whom you love, and I will tell you who you are.--Houssaye ~*~ |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
enjoyed this, my friend...'tis that time of year, isn't it --- my yard rake fell off the garage wall yesterday; wonder if its trying to tell me something... j. |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"The north-wind tries to lose its grip, And make it tumble-flutter down To join its comrades in retreat, That morph towards humus, on the ground." Excellent. JL  Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I'm with JL, that was my favorite part too. The imagery was rich. Lori |
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Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597 |
Good one! (and how could one not write about such a thing?) |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Oh Ford, this is exquisite. When I opened your poem and saw your photo, I had an eery sense of wondering how you got to see the tree my son planted for me at Flicka's grave here in South Africa. It took me some moments to force myself to realise that your tree is far away in the USA. Flicka is and was and always will be my horse. (I am a one-horse woman.) Although, not posted, I have a photo so very, very like this one. Just 4 of many proofs in existence of how well I understand your poem: /main/forumdisplay.cgi?action=displayarchive&number=95&topic=001088 /main/forumdisplay.cgi?action=displayarchive&number=93&topic=003748 /main/forumdisplay.cgi?action=displayarchive&number=112&topic=002038 LOST LEAVES 21 June 2003 Mid-winter’s day and one leaf left on the topmost tip of your sapling tree and I am one-leaf lonely without you this blue-heaven sun-warmed day Only the mulberry/lemon tree poem is not about Flicka and his tree, and one of those, was written after my dog, Daisy joined Flicka in Heaven. Your understanding of nature and how we are part of it is - and I can't find the worda for what I mean - "soulfood-magical" will have to do, and the way you express it is superb. Owl |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Beautiful poem, ice... and you brought it home so powerfully in the end. It's amazing the similarities between a leaf and a human life. Not sure if that's what you were conveying here, but that's what I drew from it. I loved it. Michael |
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