Thursday, October 23, 2014

October 23, 2014 Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads/ Last Days of Autumn --dVerse/The Things I Miss Most About You

Last Days of Autumn


october             lifts her veil                       end of autumn       

mornings  cooler                       portal              to winter

sacrifice summer days                     long afternoons

landscape disguised                 red

                                                                   yellows

                                                                    mixed with ever greens

                                                          indian summer

seasons right on schedule                first snow

                                                          halloween

the smell of smoke in the air          morning fires

 i pull my sweater closer                   my mood

melancholy

_________





The Things I Miss Most About You

Your smile.

Your voice.

Your kindness.

Your straight forwardness when asking a question.

Your special way of looking at the world.

The warm feeling I would get just thinking about you.

You were always someone to look forward to.

I don’t always remember the words we spoke, but I remember how you made me feel, when you said, “Love you Mom.”



October 23, 2014



18 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Beautiful, Annell. I can feel the chill and the pulling of the sweater closer.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Your words all come together to paint a picture of the season.

Björn Rudberg said...

Beautiful.. your list is chillingly well done.

rumoursofrhyme said...

The first poem is a great list of the things that make autumn/fall such a special season; the second - well, those words would melt anyone's heart, and you'd never forget them.

T.

Claudia said...

honestly.... tears when reading this... there's a deep tenderness in your words annell....

Brian Miller said...

yep, you got me too...
tears annell...

and dont know much else what to say...
i'd give you a hug if i could...

Myrna R. said...

My heart is with you. The poems are wonderfully sad. I hear your grief. Hugs to you.

Mary said...

Yes, it is those small things that make us miss a person the most. And there are no better words than "Love you, Mom." This was a tearjerker, Annell.

humbird said...

Love "morning cooler - portal to winter". Enjoy your style so much! And thanks for sharing the second list, so tender, so dear.... my hugs and love x

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Came back and saw the list, below, of things you miss.......so heartwarming and heartrending, at one and the same time.

Susie Clevenger said...

With the first poem it appears to be words falling as the leaves do in autumn...With you second one, it brought tears. My heart goes out to you.

grapeling said...

I sometimes wonder about the space we leave between words, and how the pauses - the stitches, as it were, that weave a conversation - are the bare form from which we gather and build our sorrow when the silence is no longer a gap between two speakers but a call without echo or return. Thank you for adding your voice ~ M

Heaven said...

Autumn makes me melancholy too ~ The listing of reasons touched me deeply ~

Grace

cybernetictonguestastingbabel said...

"Last Days of Autumn" really captured the season, and the form was quite groovy. "The Things I Miss Most About You" was a sad and well done piece.

Abhra Pal said...

Your lists have some interesting effect - the form supports it well....

Justin Lamb said...
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Justin Lamb said...

I deleted my first comment because I made a lot of typos. :)

Anyway, regarding the first poem, I relate to feeling melancholy when winter shows up. Part of me enjoys it yet my body and mood seem to always rebel against it.

zongrik said...

do you go into denial when winter comes?

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