Theloopylululog

Thin splindly veins,
Zigzag through your mein,
Spinning gossamer lines,
Of historic reign and mysterious rain.

An epic poem here,
A heartbreaking legend there,
Reams of realms from everywhere,
Etched by the divine on your ware.

Swaying with the wind,
Playing with your kind,
Loving with no bind,
Dying, never looking behind. 

My precious beloved leaf,
What splendour you are, my nymph,
An abode of hardship and grief,
A prayer of hope and triumph.

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A 74 word poem written for Sammicox’s weekend word prompt challenge.

Weekend Writing Prompt #478 – Gossamer

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Behind the scenes:

An ode to one of my favorite things on earth.

I have utmost fascination for leaves.

I admire them, collect them, hide them in journals and keep them in beautiful placeholders around me.

Honouring my love for them; their resilience and tenacity a quiet motivation.

I salute their grace even in death. Swaying and falling to the ground in modest acceptance, as if quenching earth’s pining for it with a soft gentle goodbye kiss.

They are a lesson in creating without seeking. Spreading cheer with their playful dances in the wind. Caressing the air with their stories, legends and poems written by the divine on their skin.

While the flowers take centre stage, the leaves stay behind, loving the elements without clamour. A personification of a hard life. A picture of unnamed grief.

Nature’s little soldiers bring hope to the weary and triumph to the seeker. A glorious prayer to commune with the divine.

Us mortals seldom notice them crushing them as we walk our paths to glory. Them immortals smile and lose themselves completely to that which created them. Becoming one with One that will create them again.

It all starts with a tiny leaf opening itself boldly to the creator.

Born into the circle of life.

Leaving behind a circle of legacy.

A legacy of a life spent in creation.

An eternal circle of legacy creating legacy.