They whisper to me
the gusty wind, the drops of rain
before a new chapter of life begins
There is undying hope
in every glance, in every breath
regarding stride of life, and time of death
Perhaps, love is a last leaf
that clings upon the gentle strings
of heart, even though time is short
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Posted for “Flash 55 Plus” @ Real Toads
& on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
52 Responses
Such a strong sense of antithesis in these lines, Sanaa.
regarding stride of life, and time of death…
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
This is a beautiful poem, Sanaa, which certainly whispers to me. I especially love the lines:
‘Perhaps, love is a last leaf
that clings upon the gentle strings
of heart, even though time is short’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Love sometimes is that last leaf clinging to the branch, to life. Lovely write.
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
We need to treasure the beautiful things in life before they blow away like an autumn leaf.
Most definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Rommy ❤️
How I LOVE those gorgeous closing lines in your last stanza. Just beautiful.
Oh gosh ❤️ thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Your ending to this beautiful poem is brilliant. It is tangible.
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Altogether lovely. I like the gentleness and hopefulness.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so good to see you ❤️
How gently you pluck those heartstrings…beautifully done XXX
Thank you so much, Gina 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
This is a very beautiful poem.. Your illustration is lovely too. Love and compassion is the only thing to cling to that is worth anything ultimately.
Thank you so much, Cressida 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
A jewel of an ephemeral,poem
Thank you so much, Laura 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Beautifully done, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Kunal 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I really loved this poem Sanaa it was so beautifully expressed.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Gentle prayer..
Thank you so much, Rajani 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
To quote you–whistles!!!–lovely, spare and resounding, like a perfectly placed and barely tinkling bell.
Awww!❤️ Thank you so much, Susan 😀 so glad you enjoyed it!❤️
Perhaps, love is a last leaf
that clings
It is really and it does cling
Hank
Thank you so much, Hank 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
This is beautiful, I can feel that last leaf wanting to cling to the tree of life and love.
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super sweet poem, Sanaa; thanks! k.
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Perhaps love is a last leaf. After all many grow in spring.
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Colleen ❤️
Wow! that end verse is awesome
much love…
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
When one is familiar with the magic of a leaf, this becomes so much more
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Martin ❤️
This piece has so much stirring in it … nature … hope. ‘Perhaps, love is a last leaf
that clings upon the gentle strings of heart’ captures that ‘stir’ so evocatively. Lovely writing.
Thank you so much, Wendy 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
This is so beautfiful and true. What a wonderful poem you have written here Sanaa,
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Love the idea of love, hope, clinging to the heart as the last leaf, amidst the onslaught of autumn, bringing greater meaning to life. An exquisite thought.
Thank you so much, Sumana 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Perfect!!!
Thank you so much, Annell 😀 so good to see you ❤️
This just makes me sigh…
Thank you so much, Marian 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Simple, yet so poignant.
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