Sui generis leaf Lo, many will fall! Apiece holding on, in their moments of severance flushed leased each, in our own reddened reverence Brook the Sui generis one. . . . contemplating the end, while hanging onto the branches Thoughts of death pass through lofty summers And in their colours, of full maturation my green must grace more than that! More. . . because I can’t delve in their moments For, I can only predict into my own abilities asking, "What can I be?" "What is my purpose hanging here?" I know I’m waiting for something spectacular and yet, all seems so relevant . . . So inevitable . . . fall, fall, fall Alas, I am that lonesome leaf the sui generis, sole I have all the same colors . . . and my life source is here bidding me my season, dear Node my buds . . . my flowers, my fruit, all gave into its reason and I did it well . . . I am that one, a sui generis leaf . . . still, clinging to see more changes I want to open all new again, and turn out even more pages I have to prolong my demise and refuse to fall into suit Autumn . . . you cannot beckon me yet! Turn my time, so far away from me Consider but, don’t pity I have my fall all planned out! I will let go . . . but, Please God, don’t let my last breeze blow! . . . not until all my roots have dried withered up under many suns brittled in a thousand more winters, under ringed moons still promising snow and a few million more to go . . . Spring Yes, I need to see the lime green newness. Spring on the baby buds of a Maple tree, the oak, forever and again! I want to smell jasmine mix with the honeysuckles I want to swing from the wisteria in full bloom inhaling sweet perfumes of the purples in lilac bundles... I want to witness the hues of the Confederate Roses changing, in my day to day white to burgundy . . . A harvest swells in me . . . My ending can’t wait any longer . . . O’ How I wish I was stronger! Some one Please, catch me when I fall Save me, when I’m done! Press me tight, I'm falling, against your heart I am, the Sui generis one... I am. . .
This poem is beautiful as you speak of leaves. Yet, I thought about getting older as I read this, and the need to be loved in spite of how decrepit we may be.
God bless you. Kathy
Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
Reviewed on November 26, 2007
Well done. There are many times to be found up in a tree those few leaves that seem to defy winter and do hang there till spring. I'll not stop and see one again without thinking of your words. Thank your for sharing this. It was great. Lady J
Don't we all feel it? Is it not a question we all ask of ourselves?
Why do we hang on to this life? Is it because we fear the fall or is it for the joy of living. Ask me each day and you will probably get a different answer each time.
God Bless,
Lew
Somehow reminded me of a line from Miller's Death of a Salesman.
Willy Loman reflecting wearily to his equally weary wife that life was one long 'peeling off of an orange,' or something of this ilk. We get his drift just as we do here in this introspective heart play.
Exceptionally poignant and romantic Kimmy friend. Your heart pumped honey and diamonds on this one, and the reader was clearly the winner. You must have been enraptured while writing this. What a blessing you are ...
Richard
this had me from the title to the last one word ending. It captures the spirit and the tenacity of that leaf as if it contained the strength of a human's life and experience and was grasping like some of us do to hang on and see just one more spring. Well done Kimmy, this one is gold. Five stars from me.
A most beautiful, beautiful write--I'd never heard of the Sui Generis One, but know it by its shape...thank you for penning this one. Such stregnth, such tanacity in wanting to hang on, such sadness when it finally lets go...I shall press it to my heart (and in my library). Well done.
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Why do we hang on to this life? Is it because we fear the fall or is it for the joy of living. Ask me each day and you will probably get a different answer each time.
God Bless,
Lew
Willy Loman reflecting wearily to his equally weary wife that life was one long 'peeling off of an orange,' or something of this ilk. We get his drift just as we do here in this introspective heart play.
Cheerie
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Richard
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I have enjoyed the reading of "The Sui Generis One".
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Fee
A most beautiful, beautiful write--I'd never heard of the Sui Generis One, but know it by its shape...thank you for penning this one. Such stregnth, such tanacity in wanting to hang on, such sadness when it finally lets go...I shall press it to my heart (and in my library). Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.