Poem -
Rust
Crushing rust, each footed step
Golden amber leaves with grace
Interlaced bitter wind crept
Entrusted harvests last trace
Early darkness moves so close
As warmth that once was dwindles
Swindling heats last approach
The sharpest bites rekindles
See breath expelled, each exhale
Brisk is the breeze's first song
Along life's most leafy trail
Trees are empty, swallows gone
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Comments
The rich autumnal imagery conjures up the sound of fallen leaves underfoot and the echoing internal rhymes create a gentle flow; quite apart from the standard cross-rhymes: subtly binding the poem together.
However, beneath the wonder at the beauty of the changing season there is a quiet undertone of loss.
Rich, beautiful and melancholy.
I love it...and you.
you Jason XxXxXxXx
Hi Sweetheart, You always have such amazing things to say about my poems, you find the depth to them every time. Thank you :D
I love you
Your Lorna
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A write of quality.
As usual.
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Hi Richard,
thank you, I appreciate your kind words .
Lorna
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My Dear Lorna,
With Autumn's beauty
Comes promise of Winter's wrath
Dark and barren skies
All my love,
Larry xxx
Hi Larry,
Those dark barren skies
pay homage to summers glow
Golden leaves emerge
All my Love
Lorna xxx
My Dear Lorna,
Beautifully stated.
All my love,
Larry xxx
Thanks Larry,
All my love
Lorna xx
I love this poem. I am definitely a fan of your poetry. I believe the best poetry out there is when a poet can use an image that the reader can visualize and relate to. You are definitely one who can do this. Thank you for sharing your poetry. I just simply love it!!!!!!
Thank you for your kind words Gregory, I really appreciate the feedback
Lorna :D