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Pre-Winter Discontent

Autumn does not suit me.
Not the way it suits nature -
Dramatic, ephemeral and ablaze with

Infinity;

For nature brings fireworks to its descent,
Enchantments and magics burning with
A cacophony of glories,
Rich with the bounty of change.

Time does not treat me as kindly, and
Here in the mirror, my fading
Eyes reflect another line beneath the blue.

Omnivorous, passionate season,
No, I don't wear your postcard delights.
Conceit and frayed vanities
Or evermore shallowness
Mire me in wishing for spring to return
Immersed in its freshness and youth, so
Nubile and passionate...
Goddamn this encroaching of age.

Colour my clock with that vermilion splendour
Offered to the trees in their blazingwild throes
Let me revel in such majesty ... ah, but autumn
Does not suit me; I merely fall.

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On Tuesday June 6th, 2006, SwampDancer (19) writes:

This unfolds like a lush painting. Deep burgundies, black and green. Your mind makes a beautiful paintbrush. *bookmarks you*

On Saturday January 14th, 2006, stormtalk (909) writes:

"blazingwild" is a blazingwild word. the beautifully tortured despondence of this work leaves me simultaneously horrified and curious at the prospects of the future, like a human sacrifice promised eternal life.

On Monday December 26th, 2005, An Expired Member (6) writes:

this is resplendent, ataxic. like time is a machine and you try to stop it and your hand gets eaten. "the century grinds on." this is so alluringly annihilative.

On Friday October 28th, 2005, Zophiel (349) writes:

Add my voice to the choir of praise.

On Tuesday September 27th, 2005, BoldSolitude (277) writes:

Great acrostic, "And I fear the oncoming cold" perfect phrase for it. Would fit right in line as the last line as well.

On Tuesday September 27th, 2005, BoldSolitude (277) writes:

I never thought of nature aging before compared to our aging, but as you implied or I percieved, trees grow more majestic and we become decrepit. Nature refreshes itself and we tend to become more tainted.

On Sunday September 25th, 2005, flying_fox (769) writes:

Brilliant words from a brilliand - and beautiful - mind. The end pun floored me. Time and the inevitable changing of seasons will never diminish your exceptional beauty, my sister.

On Sunday September 25th, 2005, flying_fox (769) writes:

I also particularly liked 'colour my clock'. Am sitting here shaking my head in wonder at your cleverisity. :) That's my special word for you.

On Saturday September 17th, 2005, An Expired Member (1) writes:

there's a deep melancholy in your voice that whispers longing unquenchable. your diction is delightful but not overstated. your words reached into me and found a home, i trust they will keep me warm in winters grasp, thankyou.

On Thursday September 15th, 2005, Solace (1424) writes:

What muse whispered into your ears the inspiration for this marvelous/delicious suffusion of beautiful melancholia...So tangible and ephemeral...Brilliant!

On Sunday September 11th, 2005, Bakkhus Unbound (1108) writes:

"And I fear the oncoming cold" Brilliant! An ephemeral stretch of time's descent you have enchanted here in the nature of autumn's persona. (Echoes of Persephone's myth). Lucent visual beauty. "Here in the mirror, my fading..." the reflection of our 'fra

On Sunday September 11th, 2005, Bakkhus Unbound (1108) writes:

...'frayed vanities'. "ah, but autumn Does not suit me; I merely fall." A perfect coda to tie in the opening line; has the absolute feel of a classic poem inventively accomplished, portrayed, & structured. Very well done: Bravo!

On Sunday September 11th, 2005, Bakkhus Unbound (1108) writes:

...and the final word: 'fall', a perfect & well-thought placement as mirrors the prelude to winter's anguish, yearning, disquiet. Like a softly felled leaf...morphs into a solitary snowflake...fades...

On Sunday September 11th, 2005, An Expired Member (28) writes:

Beautifully written. A joy to read.

On Sunday September 11th, 2005, Jay Jii (336) writes:

I do believe that you will win.

On Sunday September 11th, 2005, Gideon Lost (189) writes:

This is a great piece. I simply love the sound of the language. I actually find myself sounding out the words so eloquently put. Plus the extra little pun in the end was a slam dunk. Great write! -Gideon

On Saturday September 10th, 2005, girlafraid (579) writes:

i love this, especially the last stanza, particularly because you used the word "throes", which gave it a little extra kick...splendid!

On Saturday September 10th, 2005, redtearswhitesnow (90) writes:

This is lovely indeed

On Saturday September 10th, 2005, Northstar (455) writes:

wow this is lovely --the ending is perfect!

On Saturday September 10th, 2005, elisa (2021) writes:

i like it very much.....it has a kinda 'said' wisdom to it.....autumn is the brunch between winter and summer:*)

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