Lucky Friends of Mine, The Leaves (Multiple Haiku)

by †JustAri†   Oct 1, 2005


In the grey morning
They dance in the tickling air
Legato tempo

They dive into sky,
Swimming under the slate clouds
Brown, orange, yellow swarm

They return to me
My friends, cheated out of flight
For the wind's breath tires

You'd think they're lucky
With their chains of branches gone
But now they just lie

They push along dirt
And wait for the wind to wake
So bored of gravel,

So fearful of luck
That the clouds will soak in their
Disappointing breeze

Hesitant of change
They rustle softly, mourning
A suffering chance

Their snapped stems have bled
Their cradles of themselves curve
Dry, empty but used

The damage done there
Until the wind finally
Forces them to fly

Until forgiveness
Is bold against a white sun
All my friends above..

..Leave me on gravel
Proud, but let down, knowing well
My wind has expired

© Copyright Ariana 2003-2005

*Make your own inferences about this piece, and if you have any title suggestions, they are welcome, as well as critisism.

Haiku: An unrhymed verse form of Japanese origin having three lines, usually has a seasonal reference or on nature.
Arrangement: 5-7-5 syllable count.

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  • 11 years ago

    by mkml

    Beautiful. Great use of Haiku style. You are an awesome poet, I love your poetry!

    5/5
    Your Thunder Thigh friend,
    Chelsey. =]

  • 11 years ago

    by Carlee Ann

    Gorgeous. I really liked this, it's nice to see such an amazing arrangement of haiku. I had to comment on your work after you made me smile quite a few times in the "I Smiled today Because" Post. Hehe. Have a great day!

    Car

  • 12 years ago

    by Lemma

    Wow! amazing i didn't realise i hadn't commented on this one but it's great! I really don't know how you have the patience to write these haikus coz i've never been able to do it. Keep it up n look forward to reading more.

    Em xx

  • 12 years ago

    by Ann Stareyes

    Absolutely Beautiful....Your talent surely shows with this beautiful
    piece...I truly loved these 2 stanzas...

    "Hesitant of change
    They rustle softly, mourning
    A suffering chance

    Their snapped stems have bled
    Their cradles of themselves curve
    Dry, empty but used"

    Awesome job....
    hugs, love, Ann

  • 12 years ago

    by JJ

    You managed to depict the beauty of leaves in every way. I have so many favorite stanzas...its all beautiful! I have no critisism to offer. You're ahead of the game...write on girl!