Monday, January 20, 2014

Faded Leaves












As leaves fade yellow, cracked and worn,
cast on the wind, a seedling borne;
inside small kernel, thought takes flight—
though none may know where it will light.

Like buds anew, lie words unborn…
still fresh and green; unused, unworn;
and as with thaw when sap flows clear,
ideas on paper now appear.

From simple seed that has escaped
its only goal: to find true shape;
these new leaves spring—not cracked or worn,
just searching for their destined form.

Like seedling grows into a tree,
some verses bloom as poetry;
in well-read book where words adorn
the leaves fade yellow, cracked and worn.

© Ginny Brannan January 2014


Inspired by "Under the Canopy" with Bjorn at d'Verse, which I came up too late on due to work! Mixing my metaphors for a bit of writing on "leaves."

Sharing at dVerse Open Link Night Week #129.  Come see what others are sharing! 

19 comments:

  1. i like that being born with the only purpose to find its true form...i think in some ways we do as well...and in some ways in trying to do it we get it so wrong....but some do get it right...smiles.

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  2. oh nice... i love the idea of poetry born from those simple seeds and how they find their shape and age so gracefully in an old and well worn and thousandfold read poetry book

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  3. indeed some words are seeds that fly to form poetry... perfect metered verse here... and some smooth rhymes... Love it

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  4. Thank goodness for those words that do eventually bloom into poetry. I like comparing this to a seedling becoming a tree!

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  5. From simple seed that has escaped - Yes excellent, that simple seed that just needs planting and growing into a tree. Excellent.

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  6. Immediately I think of the thistle seed flying willy nilly and landing in unexpected places. Beautiful.

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  7. A wonderful extended metaphor from first to last, Ginny. This has wonderful smarts and imagination. Excellent job.
    Steve K.

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  8. I really love the second verse

    Like buds anew, lie words unborn…
    still fresh and green; unused, unworn;
    and as with thaw when sap flows clear,
    ideas on paper now appear.

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  9. Fabulous O poet! The imagery inviting...

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  10. Words do bloom when planted. I was going to mention the image of a dandelion full of seed fluff to blow and then I scrolled down and saw it.

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  11. This has a nice rhyming flow..some verses bloom as poetry..a lovely image..

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  12. I think you did a great job of wrapping writing and leaves together. "still fresh and green; unused, unworn;" stands out for its elegant simplicity.

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  13. I love the thought of those unused, unworn words. Beautiful imagery and smooth flow throughout.

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  14. Yes, words are born of seeds....well done. :) ~jackie~

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  15. Excellent...to me the parallel between "unborn" seeds and "virginal" white paper speaks volumes! Thanks.

    http://thesongsofmyheart1.blogspot.com/2014/01/new-horizons.html

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  16. Very inspiring and uplifting to read Ginny ~ I specially love this part:

    From simple seed that has escaped
    its only goal: to find true shape;

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  17. I like the similarities you underline between words growing into poetry and seeds growing into a tree!

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  18. Ginny, a gorgeous and inspirational poem.

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Thank you for reading my poetry and sharing your thoughts.