there’s a nip in the air cricket-song muted and the random trill of winter birds breaks the din, “i am still here”, they seem to say, my senses come to life this time of year, not in springtime, nor summer, certainly not in sleepy winter, but autumn, when sunlight through the trees bends into shades of gold, chartreuse and amber, warm on my full face my skin tingling cool, when the loam prepares her nest to welcome home leaves set free on the wind, when the calendar meanders slowly toward year’s end urging me to loose my own burdens for a brief spell, survival, loss, longing, to embrace moments of joy, peace, contentment, love, to breathe… to bake bread for breaking to make soup for sharing, to don sweaters and socks, to tuck my feet into the crook of an oversized chair, while sipping tea with honey as the days grow shorter, and the gloaming blooms vibrant streams of crimson, “i am still here”, i muse, “i am still here”
from a distance letting go takes one’s breath a symphony of amber, crimson, gold, emerald summer flare fading, cool winds of change wooing us to dance like dervishes to break free of all bounds, to ride the gale with abandon, to flutter softly to the earth, in afterglow of ecstasy, to drink the dew, to sleep letting go takes one’s breath from a distance
when one draws near there’s no denying truth clarity, reality, convey a somber view of brittle bones, age-dappled skin, fragile veins, the cusp of death, spring, summer, now autumn fading, letting go, the grim final hurrah that exposes our nakedness letting go is not so pretty, we cling, longing for a spring we’ll never see there’s no denying truth when one draws near
in the end when all is said and done when all that is left of us is dust when the earth reclaims our mortal shell, what stories will our brief life tell, memories perhaps of greening, vibrant, shading, dancing, dreaming, kissed by sun, caressed in moon glow, brief, a blip, we laughed, we loved, we lived life full…oh how we loved! when all is said and done in the end
1- the day and gloam meet subtle wafts of musky air, leaves, weary of summer heat crisp, clinging tight where parched sap chokes mid-limb, no life to spare
2- pencils freshly sharp notes of soft wood, shaved lead, tools of learning the three R’s, art, notebooks, college-ruled students, masked, head anxiously to school
3- pumpkin that and this, ad nauseam, morning brew concoctions promising bliss at a price, it’s new again, some wait all year, sad but true
4- blink and time is gone soft body, aching, graying, dreams unrealized, nights long and dark, days fading winter coming soon, too soon, just saying
5- another harvest wisdom gleaned from books and tears choose your poison, leave the rest the death we most fear… not living life full while we are here
~kat
A new form, to me at least, lured me from hiding…actually, forced me from what has become the chaos of surviving. I paired it with my own creation, the horatiodet. Ode to my favorite season.
The cadralor is a poem of 5, unrelated, numbered stanzaic images, each of which can stand alone as a poem, is fewer than 10 lines, and ideally constrains all stanzas to the same number of lines. Imagery is crucial to cadralore: each stanza should be a whole, imagist poem, almost like a scene from a film, or a photograph. The fifth stanza acts as the crucible, alchemically pulling the unrelated stanzas together into a love poem. By “love poem,” we mean that your fifth stanza illuminates a gleaming thread that runs obliquely through the unrelated stanzas and answers the compelling question: “For what do you yearn?” gogyoka
Horatiodet is a total of 5 lines, syllable count: 5-7-7-5-9 / rhyme scheme: ababb. In other words, it is a short Horatian Ode (only one stanza), a form based on the style of Horace, Quintus Horatius Flaccus (December 8, 65 BC – November 27, 8 BC), the leading Roman lyric poet.
leaves droop drearily on exposed branches tinged amber from the sun’s fierce fading, fire-red on the horizon at dusk of day, the autumnal equinox is upon us, crisp and cool, apple cider, cinnamon steeped, nips my tongue
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