There is a gentle mist in the air,
Light arises from an amethyst dawn
Violets fading fall, in sorrow torn
To grief upon the dazzled meadow's hair
In a shroud of dry, withered grass,
Where summer's smile sinks to waste
The flight of leaves on desperate trees,
Clings to the breath of winter's final task
But I was born to be free of these
Blemishes of the heart; I was born
To swirl upon a wild October breeze,
And thus to fly beyond men's feeble scorn
To lands beyond the reach of wrathful pain,
And quite beyond this cold, October rain
A lovely seasonal sonnet set in rain. (I'm scanning the net for rain poems) I love how your rhymes are subtle, even though you sometimes have squished inner-rhymes in there (leaves-trees-free-these). I also like the repetition of "born" and "beyond" in the end-- a smmmoooth conclusion, yet penetrating. But best of all is the whole "October-rain" theme, which I love for very personal reasons. Best line: "summer's smile sinks to waste" (gotta love all the alliteration going on!) Nit-pick: I only wish each line were not capitalized; it destroys some of the continuity--fluidity in reading. It's spring supposedly, but it sure feels like fall. --Charlie
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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thanks for the quickie.......