pears drop from the tree
turn tooth ache cold
cricket songs freeze in hips
fall brings a distinct chill
fluffy birds glean berries
fermented during night
become frantic as they team
energies for the next migration
the sun holds back warmth
forces the static of heaters
surging to override the cold
...she wrenches sweaters
from closets, lays them
at the ready, surveys pantry items
posits the distasteful truth
survival is an impossible goal
Totally Optional prompt: let's try to use internal rhymes. Try rhyming a word in the middle of a line with the word at the end of the line. Or try rhyming the word at the end of a line with a word in the middle of the next line.
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14 comments:
I loved your expression of fall and the pears falling. :)
Yeah, it must be signs of the season, its freezing here tonight and the forcast is worse.
Nicely expressed!
We're going to be surviving all round, I think. A timely, excellent poem.
Very nice work. My favorites phrase is "turn tooth ache cold."
Make hay while the sun shines - small comfort from autumn fruit however sweet.
Oh, yeah, I've felt that "tooth ache cold" many times! I like the sweaters coming out of the closet.
Lovely. I could feel winter surrounding me as I read your words.
I've begun writing again, too:
http://www.mixedmetaphor.net/2008/10/13/in-the-morning-light-2/
it is indeed fall. like linda, i also love the visual of wrenching sweaters from closets.
ooh, this is really good and you captured the cold seeping into our lives well. I also like your fractal. It's beautiful. Reminds me of dragons.
I just went and grabbed my sweater from my closet. I really liked this, from nature dealing to the change of the season to us, very nice.
Really enjoyed this one.......it flows so well.
pretty words... but i on the one hand am looking forward to the bleaker of the seasons to go with the bleaker side of me... something about the cold and they gray inspire me.......
The way you arranged the words in this poem is lovely. Such powerful images. Our inland empire cold came, but this week-end I feel like Indian summer has returned.
Once again I am thrilled to be reading your poetry. Why do I punish myself by staying away?
This one is exquisite. I loved the way the words tickled my tongue as I read out loud.
I turned on my space heater too. Your Autumn chill came onto my legs as I read. Powerful words.
Wonderful work.
Thank you.
Sherry
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