Of leaves and ice (Greeneyes challenge)

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bsquirrel

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0 posted 2002-08-13 01:38 PM

The trees hold out disintegrating torches,
dried color whispers, curled husks of moon.
Autumn is the smell of quiet.

Perhaps to blossom whiteness' paper
so sticks and stones can poem the frost.
Winter is the sound of breathing.

Veins of rainbows, stones of shadows.
Window warm within our home.
We are leaves and ice.

[This message has been edited by bsquirrel (08-13-2002 01:42 PM).]

Greeneyes

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In Your Poetic Mind

1 posted 2002-08-13 01:50 PM

YAHHHHHH What a beautiful poem and a challenge well met, this is so stunning Mike....in wonder and color....thank you...

Lauren~

The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind pretend I am weightless and in this moment I am happy

VAS
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since 2000-11-16

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Oregon

2 posted 2002-08-13 01:53 PM

yep, what Lauren said!

there are some amazing phrases and images/metaphors here, it's a WOW!

Whether on the shoal or on the shore,
I'll seek the lighthouse evermore.

bsquirrel

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3 posted 2002-08-13 02:00 PM

Thanks. I guess being born/living in New Hampshire for 20-something years helped.

Sunshine

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4 posted 2002-08-13 02:42 PM

I don't know what the challenge is,
but the imagery is wonderful!

bsquirrel

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5 posted 2002-08-13 02:58 PM

Thanks, Sunshine. It's a challenge to write about the fall or winter. I'm glad you enjoyed.

Anvrill
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since 2002-06-21

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in the interzone now

6 posted 2002-08-13 09:43 PM

I love autumn... Though I live in a wonky li'l climate area, so sometimes I get winter before I get autumn.

Hell, sometimes I get winter in the middle of spring, but life would just be predictable without freak snow storms, hm?

And nothing inspires writing like freak snow storms. Considering AFiaLoS and those following stories couldn't be the same without.

Nummy poem. Written by a nummy guy!

impress me, or be discarded

mpc

brian sites
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since 2002-06-25

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7 posted 2002-08-13 11:33 PM

"autumn is the smell of quiet"
"winter is the sound of breathing"

I must admit the latter line threw me for a moment, then I realized (like snowball to head) how very very RIGHT ON nailed that is.
beautiful poem
BS

I never aimed at reality; I aimed at truth. --Orson Welles

Madame Chipmunk
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since 2001-12-05

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Michigan

8 posted 2002-08-14 12:09 PM

And nailed it perfectly...
A wonderful tribute to autumn, Mr.Squirrel...
and it really is a TRIBUTE too....
You made autumn sound delicious...
Well......autumn is delicious, isn't it...
It certainly is in Michigan.

~ hugs from a fellow rodent

Lyra

copyright2002 Lyra Nesius

"poetry is life distilled" Gwendolyn Brooks

bsquirrel

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9 posted 2002-08-14 12:24 PM

Thanks for readin', all.

passing shadows
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10 posted 2002-12-31 03:15 AM

........um........

bsquirrel

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11 posted 2003-01-01 02:24 AM

I was in full-on goth mode during this poem, PS.

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