My mind is now in the autumn of its being,
And soon I know
The cold frozen icy waste of winter will intrude
Leaving my mind within a void.
Pictures lay beneath frozen waters of time,
Whispering winds send out icy calls.
I try to grab onto these things,
Yet the fingers of my mind are gnarled.
Body sits limp, my face tear stained,
For I hear and see, but I can’t remember.
Images, now become the steamy mist
Sounds, the wind that pushes them away,
A contest entry
- QUICKIE: seasons [2/4] by etoile.
550 points, ended November 17, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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in the last stanza 'heard' should be hear or 'see' should be saw.
otherwise this was a good poem, the imagery was nice and your take on the prompt was good.
thanks for entering and goodluck
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Hello =]
Honestly, I don't usually like short poems very much... but I really like this one.
"My mind is now in the autumn of its being"
Great line.
Best of luck in the contest!
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