Death is falling again
with a graceful fluttering descent
It sticks to my withered sole
as I take this Autumn stroll
Beautiful death of amber and gold
sing me a sweet lullaby to ease this goodbye
and talk to me truer than ever's been told
Death is blowing all around
caressing my mortal skin
He died without a sound
but in the Spring he won't begin
My heart is heavy and weary
yet I find salus in this September day
confiding with the wind that sweeps death away
You were not a leaf of Autumn
but flesh and blood my father
angels struck a funeral drum
as you crossed Jordan's water
A contest entry
- momiji by AJ Morelli.
1300 points, ended September 24, 2007, 20 entries
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Comments
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this is a really nice use of extended metaphor, nicely written, thanks for entering it here...
al -
Beautiful words, a eulogy of sorts to your father. Lovely
Ruth
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this piece touched me because of the relevance to the passing of seasons and how very personal it was to you- i imagine it was difficult to write and i am honored to find it here in this contest
m -
Absolutly brilliant,
great metaphor and colourful images of the season.
I loved it.
Dolores x
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