enraptured
by my falling stars,
blushing flowers
entangled
in an age old farce;
where autumn rust
seeps in
to rot,
not a single life of mine
will you spot;
dying slowly
in my naked arms,
my brethren
weep
away from warmth;
the clever cold claims
its weary victims, in one swoop
as barren,
my spindly branches dejectedly droop.
Author notes
less than 60 words.
left-align.
no rhyme.
PROMPT: autumn
A contest entry
- QUICKIE: seasons [2/4] by etoile.
550 points, ended November 17, 2008, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Very Cool
Nicely done!!!
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this was great!
the imagery was beautiful and your take on the prompt was amazing.
the second stanza is my favourite. its really beautifully written.
thanks for entering and goodluck
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Thank you!
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