Sunday Scribbling prompt #196: New Leaf
we wait through days and nights
through the seasons
darks and lights
roaming earth by ones and twos
until the last leaf falls
seeking all and knowing nothing
wanting only
souls touching
taking paths we think we choose
until the last love calls
sifting thoughts, ideas, memories
like leaves
from autumn trees
turning over new and old
until life’s glory palls
still the end of all eludes us
seeking peace
that passeth each
one’s mortal comprehension
hoping all
is true in stories
happy endings, heroes lending
forest carpet
we all treading
til the last leaf falls
I hope there is truth in those stories and that it will come true..I guess you can make anything a reality..Happy New Year…jae
PS Fab picture. Very other-worldly
Thanks Jae, me too 🙂
Wonderful flow in this poem, Dee. One thing I’ve decided is a marker for good poems is internal rhyme – rhymes mirroring within lines – and this one is full of them. End rhymes are often sought; internal ones seem to arise naturally – the poet’s/poem’s natural flow.
flow is how it feels when it feels good and it flows/pours with the music that the words make by themselves. I love it when that happens – you can feel it as you write/read it.
A wonderful poem. As paschal says the flow is so melodious it almost sings.
Thanks for your supportive comment on my own endeavours.
P.S. Grats on NaNoWriMo
Thanks – nanowrimo was a glorious failure or word count and lessons learned. I will go back for more next year – maybe I will see you there!
Lovely one
This is just beautiful and yes, it does sing.
Dee,
This poem flows with a haunting melodie that carries me in you reverie. Smooth and easy to comprehend, that’s my kind of poetry.
rel
thank you rel – it feels right when I can hear it in my head as I write 🙂
I enjoyed this very much. I hadn’t thought of death as the last leaf falling – very insightful.
I’m glad you liked it Cricket – fall, winter, leaves gone all feel a little like death to me. I wish for spring 🙂
a synopsis of life is there in these words. Beautiful poem and the picture too is grt.
Thank you Susan. I was searching for leaves and this was one of the pictures that came up and it just seemed to fit.
Wow, I love this!
Wow back at you and thanks, Linda!
Oh, Dee… I think I’ve grown too cynical for this sort of thing. A few years back, I’d have printed it and hung it on my wall, though.
Susan, cynical or not, I’ll take that past wall hanging compliment and run with it! Gracias for the smile this gave me 🙂