The Autumn breaks,
its colors fade,
purging to
winter white.
The eventide
of setting sun
settles upon
its withered gray.
When tired eyes
seek their solace
in the solemn,
waning light --
It is only then
that some men find
the beauty
in their lives.
The Autumn breaks,
its colors fade,
purging to
winter white.
The eventide
of setting sun
settles upon
its withered gray.
When tired eyes
seek their solace
in the solemn,
waning light --
It is only then
that some men find
the beauty
in their lives.
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I long to have the ability to write as you. Don't want to mimic you, just get on your level. Every time I read something new I am amazed that you still have words to put together in such beautiful ways. Do I have to wait till my waning time to reach that goal? *smile* Love you and your works.
Sharon
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Thank you! But I think you have been drinking some Moxie!
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LOL Sorry to disappoint but I do not drink Moxie or anything else. Well, tea and soda (not together lol). You are just modest. Makes you more loveable. hehehehehe
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sigh...
damn.
Okay, I was wrong, THIS one is my favorite.
So easy to sum up a life with the hardships and the heartbreaks, and not remember the loveliness noticed when you were younger.
Beautiful.
love,
jin
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Thank you madam.
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So true, so true - ah - that it were not so. To me the beauty in the poem is the hope that one day people will forgive their past. Hope and wisdom in this one. Thank you.
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Sensational and that ending line is to sigh for...which by the way I did
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Stunning!!!!!!!!!! The scenes, the message. Gah, I loved that word purging!...it's all about the verbs!
Reflection is a wonderful thing...but why wait til the eyes are dim?..that is the message I take away from this Potent, Yem.
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True, why wait...but sadly I have.
Thanks.
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Wow. That was deep and beautiful! Things that I love about it:
"winter white, withered gray, and waning light",
"Autumn breaks" - makes me think of a broken spell,
the picture you painted of the setting sun settling upon winter's withered gray (BEAUTIFUL imagery),
and of course, the last stanza.... wow.
This has got to be one of my favorites.
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Pangs of realizing you are onto something here...
Yes,
beauty is perhaps best understood by those who have experienced a long life. 
A really lovely poem. 
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There's a peaceful comfort in this that made me smile. Of course the comments were humorous too
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Daizee! Hiya
Thank you...yes, I have friends who know I'm not normal and have fun with my insanity.
Thanks for bopping in.
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A Tick-tocking Tale of Tomorrow ...
I loved your excellent choice of imagery that you used throughout this brief but poignant poem! It is a good poem to tuck into one's memory bank as well! Nicely shared!!!
j y
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So if indeed a smiley is worth 500 words as I hypothesized...thank you for the 5000+ words!
Hiya btw.
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Dear Yem,
This is a very fine, contemplative piece of poetry which evokes thoughtful images of fading twilight when cows take on that purple hue so beloved of Aeschylus and the weary worker settles back on his stool with his jug of MOXIE while his good woman fetches his slippers.
Yeahh! Keep writing. Applause!
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Ah if she would fetch my slippers occasionally I would rub her feet or even make dinner now and then...or at least stop blabbing when she watched TV. There is always hope of reciprocity.
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Hmmmm! Fetching slippers is one thing most women can do without detailed instruction although some specialised training may be required to get them on the correct feet.
NEVER offer to make dinner! That could undermine the entire basis of civilisation as we know it.
Blabbing while a woman is watching TV may be optional as long as you have firm control of the remote and she is not watching one of those horrifying cooking programmes.
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So beautiful... I believe most revelations take place in the evening, at the closing of the day in preparations for tomorrow.
and for some reason twilght seems to enhance the minds light.
Well done
Delila
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Evening contemplation of the day just lived... a few moments of thought, putting life in prospective.
Those gray moments serve to highlight the brightness of each day, bringing pleasant remembrances to be imprinted upon our souls.
I'm in awe of this beautifully written poem, Yem. It's thoughts speak louder than words.
An exquisite piece
Dee
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I seem to want to go in several directions lately when I read your poetry. Is that good or bad? lol
When so much is going on around us either we can't see the beauty due to distraction or maybe we don't want to see it, opting to maintain ourselves in a solemn state or we just might not take the time to look.
I think of a color splash black and white photo, I've used a couple paired with my poems where only one object is colorized...like a red rose. Sometimes we need the grey to heighten and somehow brighten where the beauty lies.
You fit all that in four short verses of well thought words. Love the poem, Yem.
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Can I take credit for you being good at understanding what you read? Thanks! You are good!
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You want to take credit for my reading comprehension now? LOL I think that's the only thing I had left that you hadn't taken credit for yet.
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There is a simple answer to that...YES.
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Simon says do this
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Who is Simon and is that her usual form of demand? Because to be honest, it lacks substance.
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Contemplative indeed. Makes me think of resting the mind, organising thoughts, when absence of bright light brings us peace.
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Precisely. Thanks! I'm guessing like me, you do that oo after the day is done.
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Contempletive,
allowing time to be the revealer
of the beauty, perhaps overlooked before.
A wise awakening.
Fine, fine, fine Yem!
M-C
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