Leah Ayliffe

Bronze Star - 2,153 Points (June 8,1991 / Toronto)

Wilting Life - Poem by Leah Ayliffe

To wander in the distance, over a petal of a rose
In deep thought of what has been
Or what has not
Drifting in an ocean that hugs earths’ surface for eternity
The mind of the heart, the heart that has bled
The colour of the moon and stars
What was holy is not sacred or valued now
Untamed and wild, the nature of the seed that grows
The weeds of dandelions reach for the sun
And cry in the night
Swaying with the wind that blows furiously
Rocking back and forth like a cradle
Whispers of a dream which echoes in the breeze
But the silence leaves the air dead
Lift it from the root and discard of the remains
As the sea carries the soul violently to a new world
Yet before its death did seeds take flight
Landing in a vast field; creating new life
a slave for eternity to the sun


Comments about Wilting Life by Leah Ayliffe

  • Gold Star - 13,921 Points Daniel Brick (2/27/2015 3:05:00 PM)

    A living being is born to be a slave of the sun. In SUNDAY MORNING Wallace Stevens came to the same conclusion. He ends with the line WE LIVE IN AN OLD CHAOS OF THE SUN, and then he gives us five images from nature, the instinctual, repetitive, non rational patterns of nature. And it's very consoling because of the inevitability he portrays, we surrender to it. Your poem has quiet and inevitability, but you don't readily surrender. There's a resistance in your poem as if you're asking IS THIS ALL THERE IS? NO, THERE MUST BE SOMETHING MORE! And if there is, you're alert, you'll find it. The language of this poem is wonderful, the multiple tones, just pitch perfect. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 22,819 Points Kim Barney (1/30/2015 8:23:00 PM)

    Very profound. As Sandra Feldman said below, it needs to be read and savored slowly to be able to absorb all the meaning. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 15,337 Points Lyn Paul (1/30/2015 5:38:00 PM)

    The weeds of the dandelions reach for the sun
    And cry in the night
    A picture captured so well. Thank you (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 686 Points Phyllis Strong (1/30/2015 7:15:00 AM)

    What was holy is not sacred or valued now. I agree with you, well said. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 23,262 Points Sandra Feldman (1/30/2015 3:13:00 AM)

    So very deep. Touches all the Mystery of existence and wants to leap at the encounter of the
    unknown.
    To discover the very throne, the Sun giver and preserver of Life.
    Questioning our history, our eternity, perhaps.
    Excellent piece, to be reads slowly, many times.
    Unusually rich. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 13, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 13, 2014


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