A Farewell to Autumn
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Rated "G" by the Author.
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And I was seven blues,
Remote as December morning’s moon,
A fading “O” opaque as breath
You left with my last laugh dangling in your hand,
Like some remnant ripped
From November afternoon,
Then torn in two
And I recall last June, at noon
When flowers bloomed from our hello’s
And then reseeded
And there were gardens of metaphors
(I won’t get into that)
But I was your September tie-died sky,
And you, this glorious golden spitball of a sun
That landed, s!plat!
And slid down my horizon
Till I can barely see you still from Yesterday
You left that way.
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|Reviewed by Michael Guy
|This poem really has those "colors of Memory" i so love and try to put into my music (like on CD: In Memory Only) I know, like you do too, that memory may not report honestly about our experiences, but those feelings are so real to us and that is how we see the brighest pages in our "journal". They shine like that "glorious golden spitball of a sun" and that makes our Autumn partings all the more poignant... "i can barely see you still from Yesterday"
some great lines here.
|Reviewed by Bernice Angoh
|Charlie, I have missed you! You are one amazing writer, these lines sing to my soul "You left,
And I was seven blues," Only one so delicate and tender-hearted can express in such words...
|Reviewed by Vesper Darby
|just 'so charlie' i luv this...pat|
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|A little bit of melancholy in the air... This has a wistful feel to it, yet it also has a note to it that makes me think of you standing almost speechless at the audacity of autumn leaving before you thought it should! :) But then... you missed most of autumn this year, didn't you?
Love to you, and the Merriest of Christmases!
Tell that daughter of mine shame on her for not visiting her mama for Christmas, and give her a hug for us too...
|Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
|Lovely and lilting, Charlie, with a bite of farewell beginning and ending the piece, enjoining sadness and fadings. Autumn has indeed left.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
|Reviewed by Paul Judges
|Very enjoyable, Charlie|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|So creative and chock full of personality!
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|THIS is excellent! Your wordplay is deliciously good and a bit quirky at times, which give this farewell to autumn poem its flare and glare.|