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Octobers Lost
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Octobers Lost |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! 
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Octobers Lost (an impression) Against a feeble, fleeting sunset, the final leaves are falling through damp, indifferent air, from dismal, forlorn trees brushed by brooding clouds, that lumber through grey-sad foreboding skies of November’s discontent, as heralds of all transience… and silent harbingers of Winter’s deepest sorrows. |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
enjoyed ARCTIC WIND |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Wonderful the way you put words together...James |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
this morning early in the dark sky I saw a crescent moon and I think Venus to it's side~~ The crispness during this time of year is so refreshing~~  M |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Well done  |
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ArtSolstice Member
since 2007-03-18
Posts 498 |
A well-written and thoughtful work, this poem, owing some of its power to economy of language, makes me think of Hardy’s “The Darkling Thrush”. We watch the sun set in one season as the darkness of a new season begins. As with Hardy’s poem, this work opens with a series of rather foreboding images – the feeble sunset, leaves falling, indifferent air, dismal, forlorn trees, brooding clouds. While "The Darkling Thrush" ends on an optimistic note, it has no real resolution and concludes in grey mid-tones as does "Octobers Lost". Hardy looks toward the new century with anxiety and foreboding, as "Octobers Lost" looks ahead to “Winter’s deepest sorrows.” |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
Yes, October's gone, and the days have suddenly become so much shorter. The imagery in your poem is so apt for this time of year, when everything cools, and fall is merely the ghost of summer.  |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Oh, Bruce, I loved this! It brought me to tears in the wrapping of it around me. I also enjoyed ArtSolstice's reply. The only Thomas Hardy novel I have read is The Woodlanders and I absolutely adored it. His description of The Darkling Thrush brought back the ambiance that Thomas Hardy creates with such perfection. Yes, your (Bruce's) poem does paint the same emotions. - Owl |
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ArtSolstice Member
since 2007-03-18
Posts 498 |
Thank you Owl ! I never know when I post a long reply to a poem if I'm just rattling on or if anyone reads them. In this case, the poem was so "Darkling Thrush" to me, I just had to post those thoughts. It really is a marvelous and somber reflection on the changing seasons. |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
Yep... perfect. In my world, October is a lot of things. You described it just right. Sad, even bitter, but beautiful nonetheless. ~Alyssa Hupomeno. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
ohhhh my, and this in lieu of my present state of mind...amazingly bittersweet and beautiful...indeed, articulated by someone who not only cares, but knows it is part of lifes insightful smiles.... Hugs to ya Lee J. |
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