Open Poetry #30 |
To Catalogue the Experience of Time |
Astro Member
since 2003-01-08
Posts 69Ca. |
To catalogue the experience of time: Anxiety doesn’t leave easily. It’s October and the nutmeg air smells So inviting. Am I included in that crowd? The ghosts of summer linger on beaches Sandy-haired and chiseled in muscle-shorts; The wind will begin to dissipate Wisps like shadows that cling to clouds. “Sweater weather” she calls it And I’m ready with silver Wool and scarf, The wares of image and warmth. All is ruddy and in need. Rejuvenation in the falling of leaves. Sight is an always awful beginning |
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icequeen Senior Member
since 2001-12-09
Posts 633FL USA |
I like... lots. Very visual and I knew exactly what you meant about the nutmeg smell. Great write, and love the title. the only man worth your tears will never make you cry |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
Astro, I really like this a lot: The ghosts of summer linger on beaches Sandy-haired and chiseled in muscle-shorts; The wind will begin to dissipate Wisps like shadows that cling to clouds Mattter-of-fact, I liked the total, but didn't see the point of pasting it all right back here! Thank you for sharing. |
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