A Leaf's Descent

by Sean Dohr   Jun 19, 2006


Ground bound air born leaves,
falling angstly from the sky.
Caroming off each branch they see,
as a final muse, for they'll soon die.

A breeze through aged greenery,
is the wind's final solemn song.
It sways the leaves so tenderly
for now, their life's prolonged.

Their predetermined destiny,
leads to a life of apprehension.
Floating above ground and sea,
in an almost motionless suspension.

They swagger to the ground,
their dance with fate has ended.
Their new home has been found,
now that they have descended.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    This is cool, very interesting write. I liked it a lot, your descriptions were great and the flow was too. Good work. Keep writing, always and forever....

  • 18 years ago

    by sibyllene

    Heh, you think humans are more tolerant of mortality? not what i would have expected : ). i'd agree with the hyphenating in the first line. or, "airborne," is a word, so you could use that instead, unless you were intending a sort of play on the word "born." but anyway, this is a good poem!

  • 18 years ago

    by Wasted Fake Smiles

    Wow. amazing yet again, i am glad you made new poems because i was running out for a while! gr8 work. loved it again. 5/5.

  • 18 years ago

    by Jessica

    Lol.. this was good and it made me smile.. i like how you gave the leaves characteristics, it really added affect.. i also loved all the big words you used.. lol, very interesting! this flowed well and you created nice imagery.. good job! 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by Lovely Bones

    First when I read this poem, I had to re-read it because I wasn't really sure what it meant. I agree with Sean that the first like should be hyphenated. It'd just look better like that. I couldn't help but think that this poem had an ambiguous meaning behind it, about mortality or something to that effect, especially after reading the last stanza for the second time and putting into context with the rest of the poem.