The last cricket of autumn chirps
forlorn in his lateness,
comes to me for warmth
if not for companionship.
An ancient clock chimes me
from my reverie:
The road is long.
With care, there will be
enough time.
A contest entry
- Pic Prompt (Fall) by Frogzter.
1300 points, ended October 13, 19 entries
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Comments
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Quite lovely, a little poignant, emotional and a sense of being alone. Great take on the prompt. Thanks for entering and best wishes,
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Beautiful. There is the disquiet of loneliness here. Am I right? Feeling a little weighed down, from being held up when there are many many things to do? You express the condition beautifully.
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Correct on all counts. You are very perceptive.
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