She's asking us to write about Autumn, and presents a myriad of ways to go about it. The funny thing is, which I'm actually scratching my head over. I swear I wrote a poem a while back about fall. In fact I see the title, Autumnal, but for whatever reason, it's not in my postings on any of my poetry sites, nor is it in my poetry files on-line or off line. It's just weird, perhaps it's something I had intended to write, but never got around to--just found it interesting and thought to share, as I'm guessing perhaps others have experienced something similar.
Anyhow, so for tonight's piece, I had thought about utilizing the colors of fall and basing a piece upon the colors and their symbolism, but, instead I went a different direction. I decided to go a bit more metaphoric here today, even adding in a concrete image along the way. Cheers.
Autumn
was a girl.
Today,
she’s most definitely a woman.
I’d
see her, standing there, from time to time,
Yet,
never a single word departed lips.
None
were needed. The Exchange was simple.
She
was there. I was near. Yes, it all was rather surreal.
But
comfortable, comfortable as anything I’d ever known.
Her
eyes communicated all there was to see, as succinctly as the tightest definition
found in the oldest and most formidable of tomes, where meaning grew about,
organically changing shape, each moment as her colors fleshed about, allowing
the green in her to fully
mature and
matriculate.
She thrived in mid-July. Only to disappear
Each
and every year
Fall.
Gorgeous
ReplyDeletevery cool take fred....your opening two lines grip and then i love how you play it out...great job on personifying the season....she was there, i was near...there is a nice subtle seduction, but knowing all too well she will soon enough disappear....
ReplyDeleteLoved your concrete image, Fred. I always envy poets who can accomplish that. And your words caused me to see her colors flashing about, her green 'maturing and matriculating.' Sad that she only appears in July and leaves in fall; but good that you KNOW she will appear again next year!
ReplyDeletegreat ending...'
ReplyDeleteShe thrived in mid-July. Only to disappear
Each and every year
Fall. '
I mourn the annual disappearance of summer, then remember how much I love autumn!
Awesome write, Fred. Some great metaphorical writes about fall for this prompt, and this is one of the best of them. Nice!
ReplyDeleteHmm this one was rather slick, think you surely did the trick. Or created one under your sun. Fall was a girl that went for a whirl and only shows when the sand is warm between her toes. Then she knows winter is coming so she stops her humming and goes to find a cave for the snow she does not crave
ReplyDeleteIntersting that many see Autumn as a woman....maybe it's the connection to change and rebirth.....but I like how you also paint a picture of her as maturing...like a girl in summer, a woman in Autumn....imbued this whole poem with that sense of mother nature and change which is so pt for this season. Grea poem Fred
ReplyDeleteYes. I definitely like this one; my experience of autumn is limited to my travels since I live in the tropics. I have never quite experience her in all her glory. Limited to the few maple leaves I managed to collect.
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ReplyDeletenice...really like how you paint her in this surrealistic style...heck...what a great woman she is...
ReplyDeleteI agree, this has a really strong opening and great use of the metaphor throughout, nicely done Fred.
ReplyDeleteWow! Beautifully done!
ReplyDeleteGreat to hear your voice, you American Dude you!
ReplyDeleteI like matriculate, reminds me of going back to school in the fall -- the math marm of autumn.
xo