The leaf caught in the wind alone and on its way to a last resting place fluttered down to the ground hoping it could at last rest the breeze had kept it going up and down on a long journey til now it lay there hoping it was finally over and done with it had been neglected for so long, but the wind would not leave it alone every time leaf thought it was over the wind would show interest pick it up and play with it for awhile then drop it again as it always did until the poor leaf was so tattered nothing else mattered it was of no use any more the wind left it, shattered
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Reviewed by Sean Stewart (Reader)
Reviewed on February 24, 2006
It's nice to know there are people out there that also "watch" nature. It's even better when they can write about it as beautifully as a dancing leaf is, whatever the metaphore. Loved it!
I once felt like that leaf, but think how lonely it would be if you didn't take that leap of faith, and open yourself to the winds of change...beautifully said Eileen...a keeper for sure!
love and peace...Carole
Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)
Reviewed on February 22, 2006
To me, the winds are like change, a motivating force. Think of it this way: if not for the wind, the leaf would never know the beauty of flying.
this little poem has thoughts twisting and turning for me, Eileen. I know the leaf, often feel I am the leaf. Yet I love the wind in all its wild wonder. like how you stayed on the narrow focus with this. Dawn
I can relate soooooo well to this Eileen. At times I feel like the leaf you are referring to. Just about the time I think I will find rest, here comes another whirlwind to unrest me once again.
Thank You..I'm gonna save this.
Lisa
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on February 22, 2006
This one is touching Eileen it expresses lonliness.Well Done!!!!!
What a joy to read this poem. From the start to the end I was laughing and the intensity of the laugh was changing with the rhyme of the poem. This is like standing in front of the mirror of truth and watch yourself being battered by winds of time. It is a bit ironic to imagine yourself undergoing such a cruel harassment but the way you captured and portrayed the situation is excellent and exceptionally powerful. Thanks Eileen and GBQ.
A very fine metaphorical write indeed Eileen
We should never let anyone toy with our feelings, not even the wind !
I hope and pray that you are alright
The tree in the wilderness picture, sums up your inner feelings
Peter
What an apt metaphor for life. I never cease to wonder at your poetic ability. What a prolific writer you are ! And each time you come up with a masterpiece.
:) The wind's game, indeed! Yet, would you bind the wind into one form? Some are shattered, some are formed. You've given us a choice, Eileen, I love that ability of a Poet!
till next year,
new leaves will come don't fear,
rufuz loves to roll in the leaves,
I find them in my bed, on the floor,
and attached to my pants, never here a bore...ed
I could follow the path of the weary leaf wanting rest, only to be toyed with by the wind...kind of like cat and mouse...worried to death, perhaps? Well done, excellent imagery in sparse, succinct verse. BRAVA!
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love and peace...Carole
Love & Light,
Joseph
Thank You..I'm gonna save this.
Lisa
Wonderful write; always a joy to read you to jumpstart my day! Thank you!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Very well done! :)
Love the picture of solitude...sometimes the way I feel...pink but still bloody lonely...facing a rock solid nothing...you know what I mean huh?!!
Love Tinka
Abdi-Noor
We should never let anyone toy with our feelings, not even the wind !
I hope and pray that you are alright
The tree in the wilderness picture, sums up your inner feelings
Peter
Well said...
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
new leaves will come don't fear,
rufuz loves to roll in the leaves,
I find them in my bed, on the floor,
and attached to my pants, never here a bore...ed
I could follow the path of the weary leaf wanting rest, only to be toyed with by the wind...kind of like cat and mouse...worried to death, perhaps? Well done, excellent imagery in sparse, succinct verse. BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.