Open Poetry #29 |
The Last Leaf |
ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Branch scribbles On impending winter skies... . Parent twigs with digit buds Hold promise tightly bound By cellulose intersects Of fiber knuckles, raised On wooden wrists. Far from now, in warming spring They will unveil their children leaves, Like unfurled finger tips. . Most children, of green season Have left to play in heaps Their clothing changing, Verdant to scarlet, then brown. But high above fly's one last flag A single crimson star that shines, Below an azure, autumn sky. * I Implore the north-wind Beg it, lose its petal hold and Send it pin-wheel-merry down; To join its former, (Dressed in fire) Siblings, on the ground. . end |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Ice~ This is just about as lovely as they come ! Dynamic imagery~ Greatly enjoyed the read~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
ice....vibrant and alive...a wonderful poem! |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
ice One of your best. Enjoyed. |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
ice, you're not just a writer, you're one of those rare breed poets who take a blank canvas and paint it with thought!!! Fantastic write, and much enjoyed as I sit here and watch the leaves fall...~S~ Accept these small gifts from my gypsy heart ~S~ |
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