withered fallen leaves
leaves wispy and frail
frail ’til the last dance
dance a last exhale
leaves like dog-eared pages
pages spineless in jail
jail with no voices
voices without bail
withered brown leaves
leaves blanket the earth
earth pulsates its warmth
warmth spawns new birth
leaves like dog-eared pages
pages waiting to be read
read words of wisdom
wisdom lost not dead
withered brown leaves
leaves memories bring
bring reason with purpose
purpose busied in spring
© Franci Eugenia Hoffman
A gander at me –
I enjoyed a dedicated career in the insurance industry for over 20 years being rewarded both professionally and personally. Now it’s time for me to follow my dreams by doing things I enjoy…spending time with family, learning, sharing, traveling, writing poetry and encouraging others to pursue their goals.
Fallen leaves on the ground are the golden song of immortal creativity. – Amit Ray
Loop Poetry is a poetry form created by Hellon. There are no restrictions on the number of stanzas nor on the syllable count for each line. In each stanza, the last word of the first line becomes the first word of line two, last word of line 2 becomes the first word of line 3, last word of line 3 becomes the first word of line 4. This is followed for each stanza. The rhyme scheme is abcb.
Such a wonderful rhythm to this lovely poem Eugenia. 👌👍
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Thank you, Sadje. 😊
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You’re welcome 😉
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I like the flow, especially the pattern of it. Lovely
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Thank you!
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Oh that was good Eugenia, nice one !
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Thank you!
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Great!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful, Eugenia!
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Thank you, Susi!
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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