The day has lessened its embrace,
Autumn pulling at its light
greedily.
Nighttime became shallow,
much like me-
tingling and ready.
The curtain it is itself;
wearing a mask
and I'm not even early.
I taste of apples
and sunsets,
skin caked
and pealing dully.
There is not the softening
I expected,
only the rush,
rush,
rushing
and lack of shut eye.
I dream all but hazily,
wondering yourself
how I awake
with less clothes.
Red, red, red.
When I cannot see the train approaching,
but feel it within
my hollow chest cavity,
red.
Every branch
loses its fullness,
children lost
to be
trampled
underfoot.
Four months.
Author notes
Inspired by: September
Translation
offer too low.
A contest entry
- September by Saffron.
800 points, ended September 15, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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"I taste of apples and sunsets"--that's such a wonderful description.
Thank you for writing this for the contest
Saffron
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