Slipping into Autumn
without September's grace
finding one's self
in an unfamiliar place.
Age welcomes all
with ever smiling face.
A contest entry
- #97 20 words; 20 entries; Winklings only, by Lavender Butterfly. by Lyndon.
1500 points, ended July 23, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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When read aloud, I found this 20 word effort very charming. Then, I began to think. I can see that your poem is a life metaphor. Lovely.
However, what, really, are the repercussions of being without autumn's grace? Is it the unfamiliarity of suddenly finding one's self in old age?
Is the final stanza true? There is a maxim:grow old with grace. But you have made a leap to an assertion.
Thank you for your poem.
Lyndon of the Winklings.
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Yes, think of the shock! You are young and wake one day finding you've aged without warning. I am grateful for this September season I find myself in. It is shocking enough LOL.
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Indeed we could not have autumn without our September. Loved the rhyme in this which is tough to do with brevity. You handled it very well. I loved the rhyme. Best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela
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Thank you Pamela, keeping it to the 20 was a little tough.
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I really liked this.
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thank you!
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I turly think that without September it would so dysfunctionaly affect our seasonal clocks That i shudder to think what could happen Nicwe rhyme and flow for such a short write
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thank you
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lovely flow and expression of thoughts... x
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thank you very much
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Lovely flow and rhyme. I love the word "grace" there. I almost used that word myself! Good luck in the contest. ~ Joyce
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