A Poem for Thursday -- October Wind
October Wind
October wind swirling
Leaves, red yellow and brown
Valiant, colour classic
They try to follow wind
.
.
Despair displayed they fall
Plunging, gutter awaits
Branches cry, murmuring
Not what they were born for
.
Comes new day new tenants
Little girls with dried sticks
Write notes in the gravel
Write notes in the gravel
Here lie trees' brave soldiers
Their struggle not in vain
Winter home for squirrels
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/10/get-listed-october-edition.html?m=1 -
The writer (me) was to use four of these words, I chose five:
- lucid fiery twilight silhouette despair
- touch plunge frost goldcrest wind
- sleep colour aspect murmuring coffee
- gravel leaf october branch notes
Labels: Personal-Challenge-2018, Poem, Story, Syllabic Form, Toads
5 Comments:
Love this, especially the last stanza.
That second stanza is especially strong! Beautiful work, Jim ❤️
Love the detail of the little girls with sticks...
There is always someone gaining... little girls and squirrels
Branches cry, murmuring
Not what they were born for
That is really lovely, Jim.
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