Who Would I caress?
The demons sitting on the fence?
Perfumed, coiled sneering
of fouled stench.
Counting crows in other words
and words are all I know.
Faint recompense
for valued cherished pain
that glows.
A small line of credit at the general store,
the canned goods layered out in dusty rows.
Personally I think Nancy Knows
the warrior's potted plants
up above the alleys and the dance
where spiders skip across the ashtrays
overflowing with romance.
The decay covers everything
stepped down sunshine of the words
the golden tone of summer on the wane,
and Age,
the slowly dropping flowers
of a withered dying tree.
Bright eye glistening with Hope,
since I would not end it so,
wrapped about the shortening days
which cannot be caressed.
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Written September 1st, 2003
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Interesting notations you have commented on here - not sure if they apply to other things besides seasons. Easy to read - well written.
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You know being late to the ball I always miss the chance to say what others say first.. Perfect write and I agree with Renee and UB.. You do take the mind places
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Excellent
I enjoyed this one a lot
Very vivid imagery
I have up some new ones come see me too okay
Blessings
Susan~~~ -
You have an exceptional way of handling images which make them really come alive and stick firmly to my eyeballs...dragging me into the scene so that i feel i am swirling somewhere amidst the syllables waiting to fall out of the page where the words end...
(at least in the couple i have read so far!)
Very very well done!
UB
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What are you doing here!
lol
This was a collective of ideas and trains of thought, eloquently spun into a single thread. Lovely work once again.
Did she do that think with her eyelashes...?? mmmmm lol -
Superb, I'll be bookmarking this one!
Great final stanza.
Jules. -
Sometimes I feel like diving into a crystal pool and stay there ... Totally cleansed and submerged in the decay-free soul ... cleansed from mortality ...
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I wish that I could caress nature in all its glory. Although there is decay in the fall, the dying leaves are a treat for all!
Good poem! I enjoyed!
Maureen 
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Fantastic follow of the words, each one fit with the other, and some good images on the lines, thanks for sharing us this piece.
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Excellent!
This speaks of thoughts of the ending summer. I am compelled by images, the dusty cans all lined in a row at the general store, the potted plants, the spider dancing across the ashtray, the changing, and falling leave. This is an Autumn write, and as I sit in my little room surrounded by books, and files, and peer through the window at the trees in the woods behind my house, I too have taken notice. Thank you for the visuals. The splendor of the presence of Fall.
Excellent insight, and eyesight!
Much Love, Renee -
i found the 3rd stanza to be particularly elite and refined. i can't grab at the intentions, but it speaks to me of change. the inevitability of it and also the masks carried by the change. hard, sometimes, to know what will come until it is completely revealed. as you put this is contemporary society categories, i'm pressed to look further for explanation.
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deep and moving
the way the words work together in each stanza in tone and beat give one a longing to find the next syllable and combine it with the awaiting phrases.
This is a very well thought out piece with meanings deeper than what might at first be seen.
WSD
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