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Leave
by Joe CramerThis wind shakes and glides
through them, and they stay
hanging on for dear life.
Colors splayed, drooping now,
going nowhere.
None leave. 01/01/2008 Author's Note: I was sitting on a porch way out in the woods of Central Florida, watching the leaves...
Posted on 01/01/2008
Copyright © 2026 Joe Cramer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 01/01/08 at 08:10 PM You created a vivid picture with a few well choosen words! Nice! |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 01/05/08 at 05:30 AM What a great metaphor here for how it can feel to be trapped inside a useless relationship.... aloha and happy new year.. alisa ;-) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/12/10 at 12:45 PM let go, let go, let go. don't be afraid. this ode is quite the metaphor for our lives. there are so many branches in our lives that for that certain uncertainty, we fear to let go of. and yet how will poets or leaves come of age and wisdom and to love lest they let go? |
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