She weaves a summer sillage with fallen leaves and warps of twigs.
If I could read the colours
red for laughter and pink for a smile
I would give her the yellow -
will she trace the veins like I did
and press them between pages?
I follow the fallen leaves,
flecks of ash against the orange
I hear the stories of stolen summers
among the burnt wood whispers.
I will hold onto the branches
a siesta in the sunlight remaining
looking for telltale signs
and patterns in the fall.
Broken leaves have stories to tell
Points:
Time spent:
Canary word: Present
Possible AI signals:
Original Text:
Are you sure you want to delete this comment? This cannot be undone.
Mark this comment as a review? Points will be awarded to the poster.
Your comment was posted, but it wasn’t long enough to count as a review. Reviews need about four complete sentences (at least 250 characters). Try writing another review that explains your thoughts in more detail — the author will appreciate it, and you’ll earn points for it.
This, as Typer said, is gorgeous. This sounds beautiful, and I would read it aloud if the other people in this room wouldn't look at me in a strange way if I did.
I have but one simple to carry out, yet major" piece of advice. And that is STANZAS! Should you separate it into stanzas I feel the pacing of the piece, although already very good, would be improved. At the moment the punctuation and line breaks deal with most of the flow, but I think a stanza brake after say the seventh line would help the readers slow down a little.
Hope this helps,
Take That You Fiend!
This is gorgeous. I love the alliteration of 'siesta in the sunlight', especially in context, as it really speaks to me about the transition of summer/fall. The final few lines are easily the best, as the imagery suggests the feeling of the calm after the storm and the mixture of destruction/peace shows the transition in such a lovely way. Excellent!
Thanks!
Licious, this is a beautiful poem.
I particularly love "sillage" because I had never encountered it before and it is a beautiful word and I will use it from now on. Not only that, it also sets up your poem perfectly, the idea of how long a fragrance will linger in the air is all about this poem.
"and warps of twigs" Doesn't totally fit in the line there, not just in the way it breaks the nice line lengths you have going, it makes the line a mouthful. Consider losing it, even though I love the idea and the language. Warps is wonderful and it makes sense and I don't know. Consider it thought?
If I could read the colours
red for laughter and pink for a smile
I would give her the yellow -
will she trace the veins like I did
and press them between pages?
Okay. I like the read the colours, no issues there. I'm not sure how I feel about the simple statements? Maybe if they were in brackets or if you had "If I read the colours" rather than could? It doesn't suit for me at the moment. I would also - MAYBE actually it's the "the". Remove it from the first line and the third line and I think that would fix any issues there. Consider word play in saying "will she trace my veins" but otherwise, I like this bit a lot. Particularly the pressing.
After that section we swap to a different kind of topic. Consider a stanza break?
I follow the fallen leaves,
flecks of ash against the orange
I hear the stories of stolen summers
among the burnt wood whispers.
This is gorgeous and wonderful. Brava.
I will hold onto the branches
a siesta in the sunlight remaining
looking for telltale signs
and patterns in the fall.
The holding onto branches and the siesta are lovely and I adore them. Consider your tenses? You've got the narrator following and then predicting? I'm not sure how I feel about it, but it was noticeable. I'm not sure if you need "remaining" here, it seems superfluous but I see you mean that the shadows are growing, much like the idea of autumn being between summer and winter. The telltale signs and patterns are okay but nothing stunning at the moment.
Broken leaves have stories to tell
the gravity of the footsteps
like a hurricane that ripped apart home.
I like the concept here a lot but find the "ripped apart home" clunky, there are too many sounds here or something which is making it harder than it should be to stick. The lines are beautiful, don't get me wrong, I just wonder about the vocality of them (making up words!).
This is a lovely poem! I like the feeling and I love that I get the overall experience of warm heat slowly cooling as the leaves brush past, of the idea of the SENSE of things. Consider adding some more punctuation to aid in understanding some of your lines. They'll also add to the gravitas.
Thanks so much for posting this!
- ♥
Muchos gracias Guni. This'll help me work on it a little more. I was working on having a independent first line and then the rest; but I should've formatted better.
This is fantastic. I love the sensory imagery and the poetic elements. Your use of nature to convey emotion is beautiful! I also love how you use line breaks. I think it really captures the essence of the poem. The ending simile is also amazing, leaving the reader with great final words to ponder.
Thank you!
Wow! I really love this poem!!! It's fantastic ^.^ great job < 3 I didn't notice any mistake in spelling or anything else and your format seems fine so yay! Lol anyways I think my favorite lines would have to be:
I'm gonna go read some more of your work now! ^.^
" I follow the fallen leaves,
flecks of ash against the orange
I hear the stories of stolen summers
among the burnt wood whispers."
And
"Broken leaves have stories to tell
the gravity of the footsteps
like a hurricane that ripped apart home."
These lines are absolutely fabulous! I love, love, love them!!! Keep up the great work
Thank you!