A Poem for Thursday -- October Wind

 

October Wind 

October wind swirling 

Leaves, red yellow and brown 

Valiant, colour classic 

They try to follow wind 
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Despair displayed they fall 

Plunging, gutter awaits 

Branches cry, murmuring 

Not what they were born for 

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Comes new day new tenants 

Little girls with dried sticks 
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

an unusual Fish Story, true I say

Betsy lives in a tree

My fish lives in a tree

Not the way I would choose

She's a mind of her own

Tell you about my fish

Her name is Betsy Dear

Gave to me by Kellie

my youngest granddaughter

Betsy was hers at first

Misses and she found her

In the pet store down there

at the end of our street

Shiny black Betta fish

Fairly cheap she came here

Betta fish are two or three

or five or ten dollars

Class you buy high or low

At first she had no tree

and slept in her sand box

Kind Misses bought her one

A small tree just her own

She sleeps and swims around

All day long doing that

Come morn I lift her hood

She stays in the tree

Lingers, finish her dream

Is she dead or alive

Soon she comes for her food

Breakfast Ala Água

Why does Betsy live here

It's her home and her tree

Over "there" with Kellie 

There's allergy to fish 

And her little secret
It's between her and me 

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 - Photos [click on one to make it larger] and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with  Vivian Zems  in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/10/the-tuesday-platform_16.html 

 - When I write in First Person hardly any of my poems are entirely true, generally they have some embellishment of facts all the way to being entirely fiction.  This one however, is entirely true except for our granddaughter's name.  On my blogs she is generally KP.

 - Betsy is in a small aquarium which I just cleaned yesterday, that is done once a week or more often.  The little people are antique Fisher Price "little people" that came with a toy.  Across the pond is another fellow from a MacDonald's Happy Meal, an orange haired fellow driving a ride his water vehicle of sorts.  Betsy spends time visiting with them but now she spends more time in her tree than visiting.
 - How to Play with Your Betta, a Betta Blogger post.