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first frost hysteria |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest 
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Paused on the segue of summer nostalgia and the knock at the shutters the bare branch extends itself sycamores gutted, deep in remiss the last of the leaf dancers no longer dangle at the call of the piper we can fuse our dark shadows fill in the hollows in the rain enhanced trenches but I can't blind my thoughts when the windowed world draws me knowing soon all will escalate in the howl of the night, the forthcoming maladies, tragedies and serial snowfalls that chip at the marrow but humbly the sycamores lapse into dormancy while all that surrounds is prey to the inevitable as the brush of the breeze, pale in the distance, rocks gently the psyche.... for now [This message has been edited by EmmaRose (12-07-2014 05:52 PM).] |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ahhh . . . Winter does indeed beckon, Emma. The temperatures are decidedly different down here in the swamp today than it was yesterday. We've had temperatures nearing eighty for the past week almost. I have a feeling that has stopped permanently. I just love how you construct your thoughts and words. Dammit I'm Mad is Dammit I'm Mad spelled backward. |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
thanks JPat I do appreciate your insight on my sometimes stray thoughts |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
but humbly the sycamores lapse into dormancy while all that surrounds is prey to the inevitable as the brush of the breeze, pale in the distance, rocks gently the psyche.... for now You caught that winter atmosphere so powerfully, dear EmmaRose. Exquisitely done. Love, Margherita  |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
And I always appreciate your insight and sometimes wonderfully stray thoughts, my friend. walk easy... jimmy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
If your stray thoughts are like stray hairs, then you have silky tendrils of thoughts that slip loose and lovely. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Lovely imagery in this thoughtful poem. I'm especially fond of "but humbly the sycamores lapse into dormancy while all that surrounds is prey to the inevitable" |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Emma, thank you for this beautiful poem.Even here in "Sunny Florida" my huge Sycamore has been naked for a while. Stripped of its green leaves and now lie, huge as dinner plates in their coat of brown, just lie there upon the ground. I can no longer rake them up and add them on to the compost pile so they will lie as they fall and work down into the ground on a scattered level. Thank you again. jo |
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flash Member
since 2010-11-28
Posts 213miami beach, florida |
Hello Emma: Nice foreshadowing of the coming bitter winter cold. Barren. Desolate. Flash |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
You capture the moment and mother nature so beautifully. Lovely writing Emma |
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Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
something is looming with the onset of winter. Hush, shutter the cold, and feel the warmth inside. Cold days hold as much love as the over-head sun x |
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