Inevitable
Seasons
One of us will turn loose first.
Let's gussy up,
swagger in the breeze,
tease a smile out of passersby.
Hang out till the very end, then
take the plunge with an air of authority,
as though we have always been in control
of our own destiny.
I wrote this poem as I walked through the woods and personified the foliage. Giving human characteristics/emotions/attributes to inanimate objects was a fun challenge. Have you ever written from this perspective? Seasons
One of us will turn loose first.
Let's gussy up,
swagger in the breeze,
tease a smile out of passersby.
Hang out till the very end, then
take the plunge with an air of authority,
as though we have always been in control
of our own destiny.
Your challenge: give it a try, and share a line from a leaf's perspective with me.
7 comments:
Lovely poem and photo! I can imagine a leaf not wanting to jump off the tree, but after being coaxed by his friends who have gone before him, he leaps and shouts, "Geronimo!" He falls and tumbles into his buddies below. They laugh and wrestle with each other as the wind tosses them about.
Beautiful! I will consider taking your challenge but after just receiving rejections for five poems, my confidence is nil!!!!
I like it, Linda. Can't say as I have tried writing from that perspective. Susan
I read poems but don't write them, maybe I should try.
Merle
This is my favorite time of year. Which doesn't help me write poetry about it!
"I need to slather on some,"
the dry, dead leaf said.
Soon, the crackly leaf
was coated in lotion.
"Aaaah. Much better."
I'm so proud to be a member
of this majestic tower of grace and elegance.
Our distinct spectacular shades of orange and red and yellow
blend together so perfectly
and bring unexpected smiles from passersby.
Our overwhelming beauty warms their hearts
and because of this
my uniqueness shines even brighter.
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