“You hesitate to stab me with a word and know not –
silence is the sharper sword”
(Samuel Jackson)
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~ The Dreams of Leaves ~
There’s an answer, of sorts, in dying leaves
once budding dreams, but now forced to let go
resolution waivers as the tree grieves
they’re losing their grip, but the pace is slow
days get lost in the repetitiveness
helpless, waiting for the last leaf to fall
it’s hard to know which is in more distress
the tree or the leaf – which loses it all?
nothing is permanent, or so they say
some leaves hold on, by hope or defiance
the tree remains stoic, time slips away,
and they cannot bear the weight of silence
one year later, does the end ever end
for those lost few, left to blow in the wind.
© Dahlia Ramone: December 22, 2019
Dahlia Ramone 
Poignant. ❤
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That’s what I was going for. Thank you, Sand.
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amazing words….so poignant, so expressive. How I’ve missed your poetry!
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Nice write 🙂
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What a brilliant surprise to see your new poem. How long have you harbored this? I absolutely adore it.
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I’ve been harboring it for months until I picked it back up and finished it 😁 Love you madly…
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I have read so many times in the last couple of years that hope is the first step to disappointment, you have weaved here a thread of some relevant philosophical questions and yes, nothing stays the same nor is forever yet the beauty of life is the amazing capacity of transformation and adaptation. Wonderful writing that made me ponder deeply.
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Aw, I hadn’t read that before about hope, but it is definitely truth. But does adaption require a certain amount of giving in? *Ponders*
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Oh my, absolutely gorgeous poem!! I don’t remember reading this back when you originally wrote it. So glad you reposted it for us! Thank you participating – KUDOS Dear Earthling! ❤
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Thanks, Martian Dude. If not for your prompt today, I may not have remembered this one. Glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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