| leaves, colorful-crisp-dry crackle beneath ardent feet as, she walks the worn-rutted path... layered with ... falls first death. sounds, static-bursts acorns free falling each a chance a hope to live echo deep into the dark forest. arachnids, near yet far weave their unknown journeys mysterious-ancient spin spin spin... across the path-her way leading to the very-heartbeat, center-a living grove. limbs, fingers-lace together dimming the light of day as old as time-yet alive with-will older still, mighty oaks moan in the cold swift-draft of her passing. the path, straight never wavers never changing... for it is she, that has tilled this soil she, treading-silent-barefoot to reach-the center its essence its beginning...she seeks knowing her way-tiny footprints follow behind her. |
12 comments:
I love your use of hyphenated words! Lovely, lovely poem!
Great images in this post.
This is a really beautiful evocation of Autumn. I read it aloud, but had to ignore the punctuation and line endings to get it to flow. Which it did, superbly. I'm interested in the decisions poets make about these things, and would love to know your reasons for the layout etc.
hi and thanks for visiting me...already had you checked out and liked it alot..yep the darker the better..you should check out my darkened tales etc..cheers Pete
Thank you Diane for your comments. I am so glad you like it.
Melanie
It's been awhile Stan. Much rhanks for your comments and for stopping by.
Melanie
Vivenne, much thanks for your stopping by. As I said on my post to WI, this is an older poem. I have learned much since then. Also I am a great lover of William Carlos Williams poetry. It was his wonderful poems that led me to begin writing. Just the way his words flowed. Before that I was mainly an artist. I guess I experimented with many types of a layout. This was just one of them
Thanks for stopping
Melanie
Hi Pete, thanks for coming by. I have been reading your dark poems and will be back. As you say the darker the better. See you on UDP.
Melanie
Sorry Diane, I look for your blog but could not find. If email your site to so I can stop by.
Melanie
There are many things I like in your poem. The seeming stealth you manage to convey, which is how I find Autumn's approach. She seems to sneak in and then suddenly appears there right in front of you in her almost studied dishabelle. And the ending, with the soft footsteps following, only intensifies and surprises the reader.
Elizabeth
lovely piece.
you have wit and courage, which is very admirable!
Incredible. Such beautiful images the reverberate with depth. And it reads so well ... Excellent!
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