Song of Autumn

(after Paul Verlaine)

Sobs long and thin
of violins
hurt my heart
as the weary part
begins.

I cannot breathe
emotions seethe.
When silver chimes
waft other times,
I grieve.

Borne through the trees
on an evil breeze,
I ride the air
now here, now there.

Dead leaves.

 

 

Reviews

[Stammers]

Always so jealous of poets who are not only talented, but have such a succinct style. I loved the whole of this, there is stand out quality. That first stanza, that first stanza... and that is how every first stanza should be.

[Arezzo]

I am very pleased that you like it! This is my first day on Writers' Cafe, and yours is the first review I've received ... and it couldn't be lovelier! Thank you very much! xxx

[Stammers]

Welcome! I've been here for a few years now, although I've dropped off from writing the past few and just yesterday logged back on for the first time in possibly 18 months. Its so nice to know new blood is still flowing here. There are a lot of poetry/writing sites out there, but I find this one is much more inclusive and doesn't have as much of a "ruling monarchy" of popular writers. Its nice to find someone very talented, but also some others just newly emerging and trying things out. I'm sure it won't take you long to find your place with the more talented ranks here. Its clear you can write and have sound knowledge of poetry. I won't be the last encouraging review. Please, enjoy your time with us :)

[Arezzo]

I'm very grateful!