Thursday, October 18, 2018

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 
Here lie trees' brave soldiers 
Their struggle not in vain 
Winter home for squirrels 
 _ _ _ _ 

 - 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

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5 Comments:

At Friday, October 19, 2018 8:50:00 AM, Blogger Vicki Rogers said...

Love this, especially the last stanza.

 
At Friday, October 19, 2018 11:54:00 AM, Blogger Sanaa Rizvi said...

That second stanza is especially strong! Beautiful work, Jim ❤️

 
At Saturday, October 20, 2018 1:05:00 AM, Blogger Margaret said...

Love the detail of the little girls with sticks...

 
At Saturday, October 20, 2018 8:44:00 AM, Blogger brudberg said...

There is always someone gaining... little girls and squirrels

 
At Saturday, October 20, 2018 9:56:00 AM, Blogger Mama Zen said...

Branches cry, murmuring
Not what they were born for

That is really lovely, Jim.

 

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