It's the scent that comes first
Heavy and earthy
Smelling of both life and death
Laden with decay, and an underlying...
Sweetness
The sound, oh that sound
Pure silence, so still...
Yet you hear that one faint far away...
A singular crunch, soft and distant
Yet blaringly loud
As a lone leaf falls in the night
Colors radiant, declaring its time
Time for change, and time for magic
As the leaves create a whirl of color
Delicate hues of the sunset
Paint their colors on the earth
Soft golden, to palest orange
Fade into loudest of reds
And here and there a hint of green
Still clings to life
And here I sit
Watching the delicate changes
The vivid scenes
Of life all around me
A contest entry
- momiji by AJ Morelli.
1300 points, ended September 24, 2007, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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i agree with mary, the opening is great and the imagery is strong...
a great entry, thanks
al -
you had me with that first stanza- it is so perfectly laid out and thought out-
the second stanza could use some tightening however and the ellipses should be removed
some very nice images in the third and fourth stanzas-
thanks for entering this contest
m -
Ah yes the sounds of silence as the seasons change. You have penned a wonderful poem. I like the imagery you have written. Makes your poem come to life with natutre. You take care, Sandy
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