Words Worth A Thousand Pictures

Sep 2018

Laurel Leaves

Juniper

It’s uproariously flashy
The effervescent decadence of a slip
Small molecular prism
Juniper berries
Sticking from the cream of freshly fallen snow
Yet I am gliding
Through the flattened streets
trains roar in the distance
Nostalgic melodies
Tickle the masses between ears
As the sun dips
Digs it’s way to the eastern hemisphere
I wait
stuck
Fond by memories
Yet to exist on this realm
Continuously moving
Twitching the trauma away
Until I can exist in a formation
Other than decay
Under the drunken evergreens
With his eyes amongst the hues
Of dripping blue

Sep 2018

Sally A Bayan

Bursting Thoughts

(haikus)

Steel brushing...annoys
but this odd, soft sound.....haunts me
i peeped through the drapes,

thought of gum bubbles
imagined one bursting......as
bullfrog's huge throat shrunk...

Sally

Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
September 24, 2018

I heard the soft sound of a bullfrog one rainy night...I could almost inagine it there hidden among the wet plants...on the wet ground...

#haikusgumbubbles #bullfrogthroat

Sep 2018

Mark

In The Fall (Sonnet)

The meadows sprout alive with ochre swirls
emerging from - familiar zephyr streams
as tho' through leafage tongue an essence twirls,
but whom had sought and won my Autumn dreams.

The rhythmic chatter's one I've heard before
that drummed my infant years in Falls of old,
with sweetly moans of breezes rife from yore
then swept adrift my thoughts out through the wold.

Amid the tanned and yellow pattern leaves
a brittle patter raps upon this heart,
and blows my wonder where one's love believes;
that here unites what season's drift apart.

O' mother! Yes, it's you within the fall
returning me that love that were my all.

Sep 2018

雪

I Hear the Autumn Singing

I hear the Autumn singing, the varied carols I hear.
Those of nature, each one singing its own as it should be
mellow and simple.
The breeze singing his euphonious tunes as he
howls or sighs.
The trees singing as they make ready for their
deep slumber, or leave off to welcome winter.
The birds quietly singing what belongs to them in their nests,
the nestlings singing from their eggshells.
The people singing as they smile or hum across the street, their footsteps sing as the dry leaves crackle.
The flower's song, her petals on their way to the ground,
shriveling to bid farewell for now.
Mother nature singing changes, of the seasons at its due time.
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else.

The colors tell what belongs to the earth
---at September the Autumn
of the Equinox.

Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.

inspiration and skeleton poem from "I Hear America Singing" of Walt Whitman

#autumnpoem #freeverse #originalpoeminspirationwaltwhitman

Sep 2018

CLARYT

Autumn Dew

The leaves are red and brown and rust,
The days are drawing in as well,
The colours of the sky do change,
And mighty rain clouds tend to swell.

When fluffy socks replace bare legs,
And cashmere sweaters reappear,
And loved one snuggling starts again,
Regrowing your hair, down to here.

The crackling embers on the fire,
The chick flick movies watched, again,
Hot chocolate, laced with something strong,
Comfort listening to the rain.

When bedtime starts to sound so good,
And spooning makes a welcome comeback,
Making love til way past noon,
And dried up twigs begin to crack.

The beauty that is Autumn time,
My favourite time of year,
Some people greet it with such gloom,
I greet it with much cheer.....

Being a witch, I just love the time when the season of the witch approaches, leading up to Samhain, the witches new year... All the beautiful colour changes and surreal purplisms in the sky, magickal

#autumn #seasonal #love