brown, slender mourner
scraping apart a whitened sky
arch your back so gently
and let your frayed hair fly
adorn yourself with scarlet
hide your steps with rouge
who will find the red, red dawn without you?
I really like this, especially the last line, “who will find the red red dawn without you” just beautiful. It made me think of trees and the skeletal silhouettes they make against the sky.
That’s exactly who I was talking about. You have a very perceptive imagination.
remind u to take the award with your blog tonight.
thank u for the nomination!
wow, this is great. thanks for the reminder of autumn… as great as spring can be, i miss the fall. and i like the “dressing up” part of this poem, too. it hangs on all my recollections of trees turning red, but it draws in other thoughts of people and places as well.
ahhhh. thanks for posting!
Your diction is quite beautiful !!!
Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:
You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change )
Connecting to %s
Notify me of new comments via email.
I am for an art that has the power to knock your socks off. I am for poetry that already has. Author, musician, educator, scatter brain. Proudly serving the global community since 1984.