THE LAST LEAF (A Quadrille)

I’m the last leaf in the tree
why was I chosen to be alone
where’s the joy
in mornings getting colder and darker
or in robin’s songs
getting fainter and fainter
That I’m a survivor
means nothing
when each breath
only delays the inevitable

You may call me weird but when I read about survivalists, I often ask “In the event of apocalypse, what’s the point of surviving? There is beauty in going with the majority of humanity. It’s a little selfish, but the latter spares one the pain of losing everybody and dealing with a world that is markedly different from the one that was destroyed.”

DVerse Poets’ Quadrille #21 – Breath

23 thoughts on “THE LAST LEAF (A Quadrille)

  1. you pose a deep question in those beautifully woven words. Surely survivors live on precisely to carry the torch and tell the tale. From one comes many futures.

  2. I read this literally (with the voice of a personified leaf)….beautiful. As a metaphor, it resonates strongly, being from a very small is hard to watch the inevitable, “leaf by leaf” disappear.

  3. Haunting yet delicate shot of the lone leaf. It is probably very happy to still be up there and it is taking in the beauty of the world. Sometimes staying strong is a hard thing, but it can also be rewarding 😊 Lovely shot, lovely poem. Amazing writing and photography as always.

  4. I’ve seen this so often among the elderly as, little by little, they lose their loved ones. This is a metaphor I used to use with survivors when I was a nurse in hospice. Lovely, tender write.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

<span>%d</span> bloggers like this: