The Last Leaf

The Last Leaf

A Poem by Linear
"

Autumns song

"

When autumn winds blow cold and hard

tugging, pulling as the last leaves hold on

to the last of summers promise

 

A promise never quite realised

never quite fulfilled

 

She whispered so many sweet things

of fragrances new

of delights not yet tasted

 

She swirled inside every fibre of body and soul

almost begging to take hold

 

Even the many showers

could not dampen the spirit

a spirit more than ready to soar

 

But days draw on

summer is gone

and shadows grow long

as the first leaf fell

sounding out a silent death knell

 

For the final leaf has fallen

given in to autumns last gale.

© 2011 Linear


Author's Note

Linear
Although this is about the fall, look a little deeper and you may see it's not that at all

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i have returned once again to this poem to read it again...and each time i read the meaning is defferent...hmm but to go a little farther..you shall see that this also can mean the last breath taked by a person, the last of love dying, oh so many meanings of this poem....but does only one meaning fit this poem..i say not...to each person who reads will have their own. this truly one of my favorites.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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the painting, I am captured by the painting, who is it by? what is its name? I'm guessing by the little girl on the right that it must be mid-19th century . . . 1860 or 70 maybe . . . beautiful

oh, and, i get distracted easily



Posted 12 Years Ago


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the end of one story is always but the beginning of another, whether your own or someone else's. I'm not sure I got every meaning right but I sure saw the meaning that I wanted to :p

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A beautiful and sad write, I must say I think this is the best you have written.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I see what you mean, not at all about fall. Very well written, my friend. Keep writing! :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Oh This is so wodnerful, I really enjoyed this write.
This has a certain deepness to it.
Such a enjoyable read.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

such powerful imagery, I liked this.
I assume the leaf is a metaphor.
So nicely written.



Posted 12 Years Ago


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ah i see what you mean. correct me if i'm wrong, but you used those vivid descriptions for autumn to describe her deep feelings, no? this was great work and that description is just great. those turbulent feelings also make this one really good as well.
"But days draw on
summer is gone
and shadows grow long
as the first leaf fell
sounding out a silent death knell

For the final leaf has fallen
given in to autumns last gale."
love that ending!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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It sounds like the tease who speaks of hidden treasures drawing forth but never giving what she proclaims. The imagery is very open, simple and clear. The emotions felt a little muted.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on November 3, 2010
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