Open Poetry #22 |
The fall remained (Repost from Open 9 for WhileIWasGone) |
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
December was shadows cast by frosted juniper cloaks. January wasn't her strongest work; she never played the right notes. February simply met the border of quiet and renamed its content. March came with greening leaves and stamped mud in the fountain. April rose like dusty birds and grew among the flowers. May was the color of her hair; she spoke of her declining powers. June was a thistle in a bush, whispering when the wind came. July was a sexless tower of heat that sweat out the saddest blue flame. August was a clearing sky full of the sounds of aircraft. September was a meeting of willows, over which you could hear her bright laugh. October was a warming chill for 31 separate dawns. November spread its beauty out, and again to the month I was born. [This message has been edited by bsquirrel (09-17-2002 02:23 PM).] |
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WhileIWasGone Member
since 2002-07-18
Posts 486 |
Oh Mike this is very Beautiful...I love your work so much.....makes my poems look like dribble. This is just beautiful....thank you for reposting it. I'm in awe.... H. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Yes...nicely written and in full circle it turns back onto itself... enjoyed this again |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I like this a lot. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Glad you all enjoyed. Mike |
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