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autumn, death, summer,
In primrose twilight, summer is still near.
She whispers in my ear; I hear her in
the one lone owl that hoots to only me.
I wake to find her shining through the clouds -
though breathing not so warmly on my cheek.
I glimpse her waning smile as in a field
I dance to soundless music in her sun.
My mind goes wandering, and in the breeze
I hear her sigh, for she is lingering
within the scent of asters that I pluck.
I’m hanging on to that one glint I see
of her before me in gold glitter dusk.
But in the cries of geese across the sky,
she calls goodbye, and sweet is her demise.
Dec. 2, 2016
for the Blank Verse Poetry Contest of Janice Canerdy
beautiful, beauty, happy, nature, summer, sympathy,
the poor man takes off his hat
For Andrea's Summer Short Forms Contest
august, autumn, death, september, summer,
it’s always august’s end
that bothers me the most
i feel that brush of cool air
press against me
like a kiss on dead lips
the trees are now painted
a sunset’s reflection
but all i see is red
in summer’s end
the leaves dance gracefully
beneath the winds
one last time
before they fall
the trees will soon stand
blank of life
like you and you and you
and my mind
as i remember
as i watched them
fall from life
amongst summer’s end
an afternoon nap
Short Form Contest
by Andrea Dietrich
17th May 2016
autumn, color, funeral, imagery, nature, seasons, summer,
from afar, leaves like uncounted catatonic fires
pinned to the chill air
a pointillist’s love affair with a hundred shades of red
the ground is a fresh wound, edgeless
a breeze worries the boughs
stokes the hanging flames into quivering
a slow burn resumes
accompanied by a susurrus of sighs
a dirge for a season
and the summer sky, now turned slate,
allen beilschmidt sr.
silent as a hush
tranquil as a summer star
death knows nothing now.
death, life, nature, summer,
Upon my knees in desperation the parched sand trickles through my hand
the steady drumbeat of Summer's song rolls like death across the land
autumn, loss, rose, summer,
A summer rose fades
One by one its petals fall
In downward spiral
Scattered by an autumn breeze
It's fragrance a memory
adventure, animal, april, autumn, baby, beautiful, beauty, business, caregiving, child, childhood, cowboy-western, dad, dance, dark, death, dedication, devotion, dream, easter, education, faith, family, flower, food, happiness, happy, life, love, miracle, mystery, people, rain, science, seasons, summer, thank you, thanksgiving, tree, tribute, uplifting, work,
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.
21 February 2013
beach, beautiful, cheer up, confidence, courage, crush, deep, desire, dream, environment, fantasy, farewell, for her, for him, forgiveness, freedom, happiness, heaven, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, joy, kiss, longing, lost, lost love, love, miracle, missing you, mountains, nature, ocean, philosophy, poems, poetry, psychological, relationship, sea, summer, sympathy, uplifting, water, wind,
the salty wind blowing from far, far away
read me a poem today
whose lines I've heard before,
bur where and when,
I couldn't tell:
"the shortest road is the one
that you know,
the longest road is the one
that you love"
soaked in deep thoughts,
I sat there for hours and hours
my eyes shut, lips dry
waiting for further clues
until, as a sudden,
the 'longest way' part rang a bell
I got off the chair,
opened my arms wide towards the ocean
hugged and kissed the wind,
the almightiest messenger of them all,
for making me feel again
Anthony O. Mitchell Jr.
age, april, august, autumn, beautiful, beauty, boat, change, death, february, happy, imagination, introspection, january, journey, july, june, life, nature, november, october, summer, tree, winter,
If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.
death, grief, loss, pain, sorrow, women, summer, autumn, summer,
The cash and carry of love
Which summer doth requisite
When will thou birth me a dove?
Soon autumn will bid for hunt- 5
To gratify winter’s drudge
Oh! Far is the sight of spring
None can pacify better
For season flies without wings
And quick does it charm scald beauty
Of whose time shall be pleaded? 10
As vaguely summer doth leave
Crow beckons with a caw
The womb that is long barren
Whom for eon is not loved
And in earth’s hate it joy is lost 15
Quick drains life off it victim
august, autumn, grief, june, moon, remember, summer,
It has been beautiful, late August, full moon
a million crickets following
a million fireflies in June,
a million May peepers. Immersed
in insect, amphibian cycles, I am a mammal, drugged,
crossing the road, car approaching
I would choose to die in late summer.
So that my wife would have autumn, intense,
to grieve by,
snowy bandages with which to bind the wound,
and spring to reawaken into.
Summer to remember that she's loved.
allegory, death, nature, seasons
wither my poppies
bereavement, lost love,
Wet leaves of summer
where death crept, silent and slow
And our palm held tears fell down
Covering each leaf
staining them with our sadness
the cold winds blow them away
allusion, animal, death, sad, summer, sun, winter,
The bones of an animal
Who died in the cold
Have dried in the sun
Only a month or two old
palest blue sky dotted white...
a thunderstorm ripped by screams
policeman lies pale
scarlet blood saturates shirt...
tear stains upon children's clothes
twenty years have passed
memories lie buried deep...
news report opens sutures
Written: July 22, 2016
Inspired by contest..
daughter, death, loss, mother, sadsummer, summer,
Summer dress she sews
Until her fingers bleed
Mending and mourning
Memories that will never be
Earsplitting new silence
Running through each stitch
Dress, mustard colored with stars
Embroidered with sadness, by confusion
A nightmare from which she can’t awaken
The last thing she will ever wear
Her summer dress made in grief
Death came for her too soon
Roses, white, will rest on her
Embraced by heaven’s angels
She is beautiful in the summer dress
Stitched by her sorrow stricken mother
bereavement, imagery, loss,
His lover, sits and waits there by the water, singing her song.
Outstretched hands, reaching towards the horizon, wishing him home.
If only, she could raise him up, reclaim summer, from the deep.
For Debbie Guzzi's, Sijo Strings contest. First attempt at this form.
autumn, death, love, romance, spring, summer, winter,
Written November 17, 2013
The summer dies slowly
Into autumns arms
And winter does linger
Until spring breathes at dawn
I've fallen for you
Cast under your spell
My gaze as stone
As the old towne well
My face as pale
As the moon in the night sky
My heart unspoken
Left wondering why
These days are so chaotic
Yet these nights so serene
death, life, loss, people, places,
Paint ponies by the lodge
Turned silver in the moon’s glow
Taste of Mother Earth
Burden baskets hang at the door
They hold many seasons
Of worries & fears
The night owl comes
He sings the death song
Your time here has ended
The West door beckons you
Night Owl grows silent
© March 1984
In Memory of Jacob Michael MacCallister
March 18, 1957 ~ January 26, 1983
Jerry T Curtis
autumn, creation, death, nature, september, summer,
As the Summer Sun
The Autumn frost
Spent three months waiting
To come and put
All those to sleep
I could not keep
Now the deed is
The willows weep
With leaves, they'll shun
The summer greens
Have turned to grey
Thus winters wind
Is on it's way
Snowy blanket or,
Shroud of death
The piecing chill of
I stand impatient
"Till it be done
And see once more
And in that day
When Sun is new
And does the job
It's destine too
My children will
All rise again
Until this cycle
Once more, begins
Ian D. Campbell
What was the
Crash like for
And too young to
Die without an
And you were
Like the other
Boys, with a brightness
and excitement for
Racing, in an SUV
You found the sleep
that so many of us
age, bible, hope, jesus, summer,
lightness of touch.
new breeze upon
stale air affronts.
my soul waits
for moments like these.
roam within winsome sapling
you fragrant gentle wind -
bringing relief to aged
take me back
to days gone passed
when spring meant
the eve of longer days
and winter died
of laughter and endless
romps in sultry days.
(c) 2016 rickjstassi
angst, art, confusion, death, depression, introspection, seasons, timesummer, autumn, summer,
Who takes the last breath in the summer sun?
I'll die in autumn disaster smiling for the purity I've seen
Sullen sun rain on me
A fleeing soul into the dark and deep
Kisses never here
Make me stone when i am dead
Take away my name
Tell god i've been shamed since Cesarean escape....
...I didn't know what I was getting into.....
I'll take my last look when the summer comes