When earthly work is duly done
Oh, then, wouldn’t it be fun
To look your best before you die
A blaze of red against the sky,
A touch of orange, perhaps, or gold
Your beauty stunning to behold.
This brief display, too soon it ends
You’re caught up by the autumn winds...
Now flutter to the ground below-
In time you’ll help the forest grow.
Give up your nature, set it free
To nourish yet another tree.















Comments
It must have inspired your poem as well. Seems a really modernized version of the a particular female american poet...
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"I paid for my indecision with interest,
wandering in the untouched forest
and listening alone to the pine-needles."
-- Yevtushenko [from Zima Junction]
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Enigmatically yours,
*AxDude, LitMuse Founder.
'Moral Victory, hu... funny, that's what they said about Jesus when he was on the cross, "Oh, don't worry Mary, it's a Moral Victory..."'
That rhyming thing- you can blame my mother. She filled my babyhood with rhymes, starting before I was born. I think it did something to my brain.
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"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." - Anais Nin
Thanks for the comment
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"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." - Anais Nin
You're too kind. But thank you anyway!
I challenged myself to write poems to go with the pics, because (although I really wanted to post my lovely autumn pictures) I didn't want the recent gallery display to be without poems.
To my delight the inspiration came easy, and the writing flowed...
For months I've been too uptight to write. I must be starting to relax.
--
"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." - Anais Nin
--
Enigmatically yours,
*AxDude, LitMuse Founder.
'Moral Victory, hu... funny, that's what they said about Jesus when he was on the cross, "Oh, don't worry Mary, it's a Moral Victory..."'
--
"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." - Anais Nin
--
"I paid for my indecision with interest,
wandering in the untouched forest
and listening alone to the pine-needles."
-- Yevtushenko [from Zima Junction]
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