You have settled into your own acceptance
why things cut wide swaths to leave you
so you can not bear any leavings.
There is pain in a wide arc
before they pull wheat down
with their turn and lift
behind gray crepe sky
You said, “I am tired of autumn poems.”
I agree. But before stubble trips us
in our late walk, let’s consider
its square house of cards
Memories stacked up in attic with old ornaments
that force you to remember months before
leaning like little silos, slumping into sloped-shouldered
reasons to regret that now
when jars are heavy with thick syrup winter treats
you can not get the lid off, can’t grip
to shake like fruity snow globe and have it renew
back to its former self
you have not waited too long to gather with them
go and ask if you can join them
they’ve asked. Now it is for you to gather strength
to finally drop your bits and pieces of stray oats
or ask them to come back to you
where your arm chair vision floods you
with such longing, and gut-deep knowing
why.
Author notes
prompt - why?
In a list
A contest entry
- Tell me why by astralshepherd.
450 points, ended October 16, 2007, 37 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Thank you so much for entering this into the contest, I appreciate your efforts. This is, probably, the most well rounded poem here in this completion, lacking nothing, offering so much in image, impact and impression. A skilled writer, a gifted poet and the poem presented is a rare gem. Wonderful imagery and the impact lasts long after the poem has ended. Blessings and best wishes, ~richard
1) Content 9
2) Originality 9
3) Flow 9
4) Word choice (vocabulary and/or rhyme) 9
5) Imagery 9
6) Grammar 9
7) Form 9
8) Spelling 10
9) Emotional Impact 9
10) Rumination factor (how well does the poem make me ponder) 9
astralshepherd’s completely subjective total score 91
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ty so much for the comments and the HM. I appreciate them.
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"Now it is for you to gather strength
to finally drop your bits and pieces of stray oats
or ask them to come back to you
where your arm chair vision floods you
with such longing, and gut-deep knowing
why."
Sighhh...This one touched me deeply & you know why. Good luck in Richard's contest, my dear Friend. This is such a beautifully poignant penning, Sweetie. 
Wanda
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I know, you know, we both know. sso good to have you back.
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Carol you make the season a fifth with your poetry.
I can never tire of it ever.
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ty Michael Thomas. You always say the kindest things
and good morning.
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Wonderful
Oh my love the ending. The idea of arm chair visiosn really does hit so close to home. A great poem as usual. Best of luck in the contest.
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My parents were elderly when they adopted me.. I got a first hand view of how to live those senior years and what kinds of things seem most important. ty pen friend.
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