You do your best
Brightly flaunting your color
Hanging by a limb
Braving all sorts of wind and storms
Until the fall comes again
You're influenced to change
Becoming something different
Although still beautiful
After awhile time takes its toll
Take one last look at the clear blue sky
Before you flutter to the ground
To be scattered, walked all over, covered by the others
Don't worry, Its just the season,
It's just a passing stage
It will all begin anew in the spring
Reborn with a second chance
You see, the tragedy of leaves is much like our own
So make a wish on falling leaves or friends,
And hope they make their way back up
Even if they're destined to drift down again.
Author notes
Written October 26th, 2006
Picture #6
A contest entry
- 24 HOURS ONLY!!! METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING by Rianna Bear.
600 points, ended March 13, 2007, 14 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - The I'm-sick-of-reading-crap contest. by AutumnsFlame.
507 points, ended May 12, 2007, 15 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Natural Enchantment by Flowering Star.
900 points, ended August 14, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I really enjoyed reading this poem. It's such a good metaphor to encourage us to continue our way. I like your description of the leaves and their lament. Thank you for entering.
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This is beautiful. I usually don't like freeverse, but I thought this was wonderfully written... Thank you very much for entering my contest.
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Remember reading this the first time you posted it - congratulations on winning gold with it now. A lovely write.
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Congrats on your gold!!! This was exactly what i was hoping for and i absolutely loved it!!!
Rianna -
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Thank you very much!
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Absolutely wonderful!!! I love that you kept the metaphor going through your whole piece!!! It shows your range as a writer!
good luck in my contest
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Wow ... this is good. Great analogy. I myself just wrote a poem about how the ongoingness of life's seasons tends to frustrate me ... but the last two lines of your poem hold such hope.
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