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Indian Summer Eve (Sonnet)



With entrance always fashionably late,
Her scent premieres on warm October breeze;
Her laissez faire perfume does captivate-
A blend of heated soil and drying leaves.
So fervid are the hues of her attire,
So delicate the fringes of her gown;
The sun retreats, advancing her retire,
Her autumn sari slowly drifting down;
Her essence welcome late into the night,
A tranquil salmon sunset on her cheek;
Her stellar wink and cheshire smile delight,
Enough to make me hesitate to speak;
I wish to fall asleep upon her sleeve,
To linger with my indian summer eve.

~:~X~:~




Author notes

I didn't take the picture that I have with this poem, but it has what I saw that I was trying to write about.

I was driving home from work the other evening, after having an unusually warm, late October day, and the sun was setting... and I looked over and saw a crescent moon, and just above it was either a star, or it may have even been a planet! The sky was a beautifully fading rainbow, mostly orange-red... and I just had to try to write about it.

It was gorgeous... I really need to invest in buying a digital camera!

Do you know where you're spending eternity? If not, ask me how you can know!

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  • smonte19124 gold member
    December 8, 2008

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    Beautiful metaphors that enhance the imagery so well. Great Write. God Bless, Jo-Ann


  • Samplette gold member
    November 3, 2008

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    A nicely crafted sonnet. Beautiful imagery. I believe the last line is 11 syllables though. I will reread again before judging. Thank you for entering.
    Sam


    • heismysong
      November 3, 2008
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      I checked the dictionary...

      ... and it listed "indian" as a two-syllable word. I guess it's one of those words like "hour"- it rolls off your tongue with an extra syllable, but the laws of english intervene when using it in written form.

      At any rate, I enjoyed writing it, and I'm glad you enjoyed reading it!


      • Samplette gold member
        November 3, 2008
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        Here is a link to a syllable counter that may help..
        http://www.wordscount.info/hw/syllable.jsp


        • heismysong
          November 3, 2008
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          I attempted to correct it... but I must say that I'm not too keen on the word "injun."

          • Samplette gold member
            November 4, 2008
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            Would it work without the "my" or maybe a synonym for linger. Nonetheless, your piece is beautiful.
            You asked if all sonnets were ten syllables, no they are not. Check the descriptions at shadow poetry.

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