Autumn Afternoon
sun shines
golden
leaves around my feet
the weather has changed i
feel the chill
one kick they
are in the air
falling....falling.....everywhere
snuggle into my sweater pull
it close
with my heart in my hand i
step into the deep end
don’t know where to start all
night long
i
look for you...call your name
still think you belong to me are
my own
wander through the emptiness
like the leaves of gold
beneath my
feet
my heart has lost it’s bright green color is dried and crinkled
your memories remain a
part of me
my heart and yours’ are
one
on this autumn
afternoon
October 10, 2014
8 comments:
I love what you did with the layout.
This is so beautiful, my friend. In the deep end......what crossed my mind reading "still think you belong to me" - he does. You will always be his mother. And I love the ending ."My heart and yours are one." Yes. I can feel that autumn afternoon when I read this poem.
to be there with just the memories at the end..
Annell, this is just beautiful. It speaks to my heart and to anyone who has known loss. Your last lines are lovely.
Nightingales were said to sing because the thorn of Philomena pressed against their heart -- and everyone sings the blues sometimes. The wide apart lines suggest an inner division that is reconciled with "on this autumn afternoon." Gently, bittersweetly sung . Very nice. Many folks would envy how you figured out how to break apart the lines using in the text editors of these blogs. - Brendan
brittling, like autumn leaves.
I love the natural pauses built in by your spacing. Very cool :)
with my heart in my hand I step into the deep end ... I love that line. Deep thought and emotion in this one!
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