.......Autumn's lips mime a muted song...
Autumn leaves flip and flutter in the wind,
weaving as they do, a grim winter’s tale;
the yarn unravels swifter than its spin
a story of days growing cold and pale.
I watch the plot unfold in shades of gold
but its music and verse I strain to hear.
Autumn’s lips mime a muted song: I’m old.
It mourns the self I’ve barred behind my fear,
where from this prison watch the time go by,
hear the playwright’s words when the music plays
on the other side of silence, I cry
for time ill spent, my future marked by days.
How I hope to steal one last glimpse of spring!
But summer’s spent, fall yields to winter’s sting.
Carmen Ruggero © 2004
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Anyway, it was a nice read, your "Silent Symphony." And ain't it weird how even my ears are changing to wanting to search for easy listening music on the radio now. Me, becoming my mother! (LOL).
blessin's
cynth'ya
I humbly apologize for my delay in writing. It's been rather interesting here in Florida of late.
Regardless, I simply loved this poem. It's movement is even reminiscent of the seasons themselves...tempo, and emotion bearing witness to the inevitable change of nature and of us as people.
Bravo!
~Rose~
Peace and sunshine
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A true Flower scented with aroma of art and beauty.
Healthy Day, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Take care,
Jill
but i think this really achieves must better what you set out for in the former it loses nothing of it & in fact imo only enhances v moving i felt the sympathies of our human plight frailty & longing & bondage you describe so intensly, life is nothing without wanting hasta anon robin
A lovely and exquisite poem - simply outstanding!!
Robert
"I watch the plot unfold in shades of gold
but its music and verse I strain to hear.
Autumn’s lips mime a muted song: I’m old.
It mourns the self I’ve barred behind my fear..."
There is such a personalized universality, at once complex and yet simple, in these lines -- BRAVO!
so well. Excellent!
..but not before tears welled.
Excellently written as always.
Lisa
"I watch the plot unfold in shades of gold
but its music and verse I strain to hear."
These two lines say so much. For those of us who are "spiritually conscious" of the change of seasons,the words symbolize the stirring that goes on inside. To me it's a metaphor of life--how we strain to know what lies ahead, yet are comforted because the promise is always there. As Carmen says, there's a 'plot'in life that unfolds both in subtle and profound ways.
Lad
A most powerful write, Carmen; and your powerful poetic words describe feelings many of us have, especially in the Autumns of our lives.
Well Done, Poetess.
How I hope to steal one last glimpse of spring!
But summer’s spent, fall yields to winter’s sting.
Reindeer
weaving as they do, a grim winter’s tale;
the yarn unravels swifter than its spin
a story of days growing cold and pale.
Carmen....what a sonnet...we are lucky to have you here in the DEN....I am learning a lot about sonnets from you....and to be frank with you I think your sonnets are world class...They should be printed....give the readers all around the world a treat of your sonnets....I am lost inside this winter's tale...love n luck...BHUWAN
Gina
Effective choice of metaphors make this piece melancholic and emotionally strong yet refined in the way you express your feelings. A very fine sonnet!
Excellent metaphor and you held to wonderful language consistently. !!! Beautifully textured work.
"I cry for time ill spent, my future marked by days."
I love the ending.
Excellent lines... Enjoyed.
stunning imagery and lines here--particularly loved, "...i watch the plot unfold in shades of gold..." DYNAMIC visionary sonnet! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Wonderful write, Carmen!