Dear October,
What can I say of you that has not already been said,
in words far more eloquent than mine could ever be?
I could tell of your myriad leaves,
setting the trees afire with scarlet and gold,
and falling around me in the autumn wind,
while I stand transfixed.
But haven't the poets exhausted that image,
captivating as it may be?
I could tell of your whispering wind,
carrying the leaves far from home,
and leaving me to wonder where they go;
sweeping away the memories of years without rain,
and leaving me with nothing but the cold.
But haven't the writers written of that chill before,
enthralling as it is?
I could tell of that indescribable feeling,
That piercing sadness, that rush of adrenaline,
That foreboding of change that is without and within me,
Like fire racing through my veins:
The icy touch of autumn.
But hasn't everyone felt that sensation,
Intoxicating as it is, and will always be?
Therefore, there is little I can say.
So I must stand here and wait in silence
as you pass away and are gone.
Love,
Stephanie
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I love this. It's simply amazing, a great example of a true heartbreak. The metaphors you use seem well thought-out, even if they did come naturally to mind.
Keep writing.
~Devon.
Beautiful... a haunting account of something we find so special, only to find that it is simply a decorated shell. Wonderfully decorated, but empty none the less.
Dang. I hate it when I pour my heart and soul into a poem and then it only gets one review. lol XP
hey WP! (thats your new nickname by the way) I'm going to review you today!
Dear October,
#FF0000 ">I like how this starts out,very personal
What can I say of you that has not already been said,
in words far more eloquent than mine could ever be?
I could tell of your myriad leaves,
setting the trees afire with scarlet and gold,
and falling around me in the autumn wind,
while I stand transfixed.
But haven't the poets exhausted that image,
captivating as it may be?
#FF0000 ">FABULOUS!
I could tell of your whispering wind,
carrying the leaves far from home,
and leaving me to wonder where they go;
sweeping away the memories of years without rain,
and leaving me with nothing but the cold.
But haven't the writers written of that chill before,
enthralling as it is?
#FF0000 ">as much as I like this is feels repetitive to me
I could tell of that indescribable feeling,
That piercing sadness, that rush of adrenaline,
That foreboding of change that is without and within me,
Like fire racing through my veins:
The icy touch of autumn.
But hasn't everyone felt that sensation,
Intoxicating as it is, and will always be?
Therefore, there is little I can say.
So I must stand here and wait in silence
as you pass away and are gone.
#0000FF ">I think you need like a: Love, The Mocking Jay
#FF80BF ">this is awesome! i love how you took the time to find different meanings for the same thing! AWESOME! Keep it up!
~Pointe