I taste your rage in fire's thrust,
withering breakfast flakes,
required to wander sugarless bowl,
quaking quill to naked feather,
in rusty, dancing dreams of October.
My aging eyes
are spun in glass,
spilling kaleidoscope's rustling bath
in season swimming stains of rain,
sweeping floor
with skeletons of bewilderment,
dulling drafted sounds of breeze
to earthen carpets,
softly wheezing.
Why is it, flame is so perceived,
as warmth,
burning miracle
that took so long to grow,
when hope was younger, April weeping;
and leaf,
her golden branch, bursting apple's flower,
in May's first shower through swilling grassland?
Hour spills in silhouette,
smelling misty, herbs of raven,
dripping cups in stubble's harvest,
as grey pouring will, surrounding,
to brown directions of earth impounding.
Listen to the droned, steel winter,
sealing cell
to freeze suspended implications
in capsule’s white, winter sarcophagus,
where Time's still-born plethora
of pervasive patience
sleeps without dreaming.
A contest entry
- October's Stun by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended October 29, 2007, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Oh such stunnign walk throug the senses of seasons....stunnign write.... and your use of words to personify each are simply incredible.
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I so wish I could sleep without dreaming.
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Quite amazing . .
This Shakespearian commentary covers all my senses – though perhaps a touch too much scent of mold in places . . and a golden halo of autumn sunshine wouldn’t have come amiss . . but that is just me – my memories of autumn always - ankle deep in gold. .
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absolutely amazing. I am pleasantly surprised with this very moving piece.
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Of course your Octobers are so much different than ours here in the South. There is a melancholy here...of thing falling and rusting and dying, of being sealed. So often the change of seasons makes us feel like this. But so well-written - such a rich collage of images and metaphors you've applied here, my friend. A lovely, moving piece.
~ Nicolette
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wow!
This is Great! Just checking out the senses. You captured just the right amount. Thanks for sharing. Dill-
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