Lone Leaf

There is a beauty in the withering . . .
as if through sheer will power
life endures in fragility.

Color long faded
veins protruding
curling inward . . .

Death shall not win
until snow blankets the earth
to comfort its fall.

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Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets, where today Mish is hosting and asks us to write a poem in which we find beauty in the ugly. Pub opens at 3 PM Boston time. Come join us!

41 thoughts on “Lone Leaf

  1. kanzensakura October 16, 2018 / 11:19 am

    Oh my. This is beautiful. “Beauty in the withering “…You outdid yourself in this poem. One of your best.

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    • lillian October 16, 2018 / 11:39 am

      You made my day, my friend! Thank you!

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  2. Tanya October 16, 2018 / 11:29 am

    The imagery and the depth is amazing here. Beauty in the withering, …beautiful!

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    • lillian October 16, 2018 / 11:39 am

      Thank you, Tanya. Your kind words are much appreciated!

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      • Tanya October 16, 2018 / 12:52 pm

        My pleasure, you did a wonderful job!

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  3. Jade M. Wong October 16, 2018 / 12:32 pm

    I absolutely love your last stanza. You completely captured the beauty there is in the act of dying…and that is not an easy feat. Just amazing work, Lillian!

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    • lillian October 16, 2018 / 5:35 pm

      Thank you, Jade, for your kind words. So glad you enjoyed!

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  4. Charmed Chaos October 16, 2018 / 5:15 pm

    There is beauty in the withering- oh, what a lovely thought. Especially as we age. I love this Lillian!

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  5. Grace October 16, 2018 / 5:35 pm

    There is indeed beauty in the withering – in the seasons of autumn and winter, when death waits so near.

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    • lillian October 17, 2018 / 8:51 am

      Yes….they seem to me to be more quiet and contemplative seasons as well.

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  6. Gina October 16, 2018 / 6:49 pm

    so beautiful Lillian, to see the beauty of something that is aging, the gracefulness of a life it once had slowly reaching its end, yet holding on just a little while more for something or someone to say, you are beautiful as you are seen now, i really loved the feel of this poem

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    • lillian October 17, 2018 / 8:52 am

      Oh Gina….what a beautiful and thoughtful comment. Thank you so much for your thoughts here. Yes…..exactly yes.

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    • lillian October 17, 2018 / 8:53 am

      So glad you enjoyed, Beverly.

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    • lillian October 17, 2018 / 8:55 am

      Motivated by ny dear friend who last year lost her 2+ year with ovarian cancer. She never gave up fighting. And there was always beauty in her will to live.

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      • V.J. Knutson October 17, 2018 / 9:31 am

        Sorry to hear of your loss. There is beauty in the will to live – so true.

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    • lillian October 17, 2018 / 8:55 am

      Thanks, Mary. Glad you enjoyed!

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  7. rothpoetry October 16, 2018 / 9:32 pm

    A beautiful thought in your poem, Lillian. I love your line about fragility. It reminds me that we who write poetry are like the leaf. We live life on the edge of that fragile inspiration that is gone if we don’t latch on to it.

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    • lillian October 17, 2018 / 8:56 am

      Loving your comment here! Yes, I’ve learned to get up in the middle of the night to jot something down…..if I don’t, it’s surely gone the next day!

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  8. Mish October 16, 2018 / 11:25 pm

    Your first line is so strong….and I love the idea of the snow blanketing the leaf’s fall. Death should be honoured as a beautiful exit from life. I think you did that in this poem.

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    • lillian October 17, 2018 / 8:58 am

      Thank you, Mish. This was a very thoughtful prompt. I’ll be back on the reading trail in a few moments.

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  9. katiemiafrederick October 17, 2018 / 1:17 am

    SMiLes.. Lillian
    Every Brown
    Leaf
    Food
    For THOught
    For ‘Leaves of Grass’.. too..
    iN OTheR Words Nature Consumes
    NaTurE NoW
    How Beautiful
    iT iS To Be Whole
    This Way Allone
    Never Separate
    False iN aN
    iLLuSioN
    oF
    Alone
    Away From Allone True..:)

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      • katiemiafrederick October 17, 2018 / 10:42 am

        Thanks Lillian…
        This Entire Human
        Prompt
        Is Truly
        A Sacred
        Answer
        For
        Me…
        A Lifelong
        Work to Love
        The Least As Most
        As That Becomes
        Even
        More
        Challenging
        These Days
        In the Ugly
        H u M A N
        Politics of
        Falling
        Human Souls…
        Never the Less
        Always Nice
        To
        See You
        iN A Beginning
        Note of SMiLes
        And FriEnds
        Who
        Don’t End..
        iN Quantum
        Entanglement
        D A N CES oNG
        At Large.. No
        Distance.. Space
        Or Time No Matter
        WHaT The smART
        Strongest
        Force oF
        NaTurE LoVE..:)

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    • lillian October 17, 2018 / 9:00 am

      I do love the fall and winter….they seem, for me, to be more contemplative seasons.

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      • areadingwriter October 17, 2018 / 11:38 am

        I agree. It is a dream to see and experience one. It is my beloved one. 😊

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  10. kim881 October 17, 2018 / 3:18 am

    A stunning poem, Lill! ‘There is a beauty in the withering’ is a fabulous opening line and I love:
    ‘Death shall not win
    until snow blankets the earth
    to comfort its fall’.

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    • lillian October 17, 2018 / 9:01 am

      Thank you for the lovely comment, Kim, Truly appreciated.

      Liked by 1 person

  11. mhmp77 October 17, 2018 / 11:16 am

    kaykuala

    through sheer will power
    life endures in fragility.

    It takes strength of character for one to face challenges even when one has to endure unlikely
    distractions and obstacles.. Very true Lillian!

    Hank

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  12. Dorianna Ric (paint-it-poetry) October 17, 2018 / 11:57 am

    Indeed Lillian, ‘there is a beauty in the withering’ excellent opening line. Autumn being my favorite season, the leaves of various colors blanketing the earth, yes beautiful to my eyes and senses. lovely poem.

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  13. sarahsouthwest October 17, 2018 / 2:53 pm

    This made me think of ageing hands, curling on themselves. Lovely imagery.

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  14. Gospel Isosceles October 18, 2018 / 10:40 am

    A nice thought about the leaf’s mind waiting for snow for the most graceful landing-final breath-death. Beautiful photo with this too.

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  15. purplepeninportland October 18, 2018 / 4:55 pm

    “Beauty in the withering” – what a lovely way to see this. Loved the photo with this as well, Lillian.

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