Airs heavy with hearth fires
cling to clothes hung on heartstrings
pulled by loves lost last year
and minuets dancing nostalgia's reverie.
A mantle seeking warmth from the cold,
dusty knick-knacks of thought collect cobwebs.
Brushed off and looked at rarely anymore,
while brittle old bones wrap in memory's blanket.
Crisp air, a prelude to parting
with antiquated actions once so soothing.
Airs of change whisper promises of bounty;
fine treasures found, if not for my fear.
Closets full of skeletons brought out to light,
shedding their mystery to wisdom's scrutiny.
Age's icy tendrils fail to fully grasp,
a soul that is at peace with it's mortality.
Author notes
A poem about the changing of the seasons from autumn to winter-in nature and in ourselves.
Original Stanza's:
Airs heavy with hearth fires
cling to clothes hung on heartstrings
pulled by loves lost last year
and minuets dancing nostalgia's reverie.
Crisp air, a prelude to parting
with antiquated actions once so soothing.
Airs of change whisper promises of bounty;
fine treasures found, if not for my fear.
A contest entry
- Does anybody out there want to collab with me? #8 by Griswold.
900 points, ended October 31, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Ooooooh~
Now this is quite the Unique verse and Love the direction You took this one
The picture You painted pulled me in and I found myself wanting to smile
but also be in awe at the Beauty of the moment
Bravo!
Excellente take here
Sorry it took me awhile to comment...I was away for awhile
but am Happy to be able to read and smile
Keep that quill dancing You Two
Thank You for sharing Your Voice Poets
Best wishes in the contest~
with love & light~ Desire~*~
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simply awesome
wow totally loved your poem and it was a pleasure to read, I will pick two stanzas as my favs
Crisp air, a prelude to parting
with antiquated actions once so soothing.
Airs of change whisper promises of bounty;
fine treasures found, if not for my fear.
I felt both blended into each other very well, great job
Closets full of skeletons brought out to light,
shedding their mystery to wisdom's scrutiny.
Age's icy tendrils fail to fully grasp,
a soul that is at peace with it's mortality.
Author notes
I wish you much luck in the contest xoxo
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Wow
I really enjoyed this write. The two of you spun a write worthy of another read. Good luck in the contest
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i think this is my favorite collab between you and I..
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this is a very striking, and somewhat chilling poem. But oddly comforting in a way. I know that seems like a contradiction... but on the surface, the brittle old bones, and skeletons, joined with the icy ages... gives me the idea of a neglect past... which is sort of chilling... but the idea of one being at peace with their own mortality... that sort of gives me comfort.
Nicely written
good luck in the contest!
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very powerful imagery and wonderful use of poetic devices.
This is a stellar read, the flow and rhythm pulled straight through
to the end.
Thanks for sharing! Good luck, and blessed be
Zach Estel. -
wow, Scott, this is awesome, thank you you gave it that eerie winter inside human feeling...nice work!!I may add more if I have time, just cuz
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or,,actually not, i think it's perfect the way it is
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OK, Suzanne, I have finally got around to adding to your beautiful start. I hope that Idid it justice with my additions. Let me know what you think... Scott
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I like this poem of nature/life and all the effective alliteration employed. Scott will have to write carefully to blend his words well with your words. *well done!
Dennis 
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I dislike my computer mouse. It has a mind if its own and it isn't thinking on the same wave length as me, dang thing, lol
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I like where you're headed with this start. I look forward to reading it as it developes Coffee. I don't know if this makes sense but your words have "weight" to them; in my mind that's a good thing.
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