Falling [nean]
Sun~drenched
days turn shimmering
gold to putrid brown
Crisped
air, crisped
fruit, crisped
leaves underfoot
As over~ripe
romance falls
dead from old
vines
Rerun
episodes aired
as premiere
Something less
nonchalant or
apathetic
On cooler wind
stirring darkening sky
Where soot~
stained comfort
warms wooden hearts
Slaves
to their freedom
are driven to learn
Wasting
these hours just
falling for you
I wish I had something profound to say for this but I don't.
ReplyDeleteI love it.
Lovely. Especially the first few lines.
ReplyDeleteI like "soot stained comfort warms wooden hearts."
ReplyDeleteSee, Jenna, the end is my favorite. from "on cooler wind" on.
ReplyDeleteI get a sense of life and death in this poem--specifically, an indistinguishability between the two.
ReplyDeleteI love it.
"Where soot~/stained comfort/warms wooden hearts," I think is my favorite image.
Wow! That was awesome...
ReplyDeleteThe end is definitely my favorite, pulls the whole thing together...well done
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