Saturday, October 31, 2015

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image courtesy The imaginary garden


AUTUMN LEAVES
Where is everyone?
Leaves rest
On the park bench
To pattern loneliness

Leaves rest
Colours
Infuse the Autumn park
Chilled wayfarers move on

On the park bench
a still life
talent of the wind
With masterful strokes

To pattern loneliness
Filling the park
With riotous surreal warmth
Of fallen reds oranges browns
AUTUMN LEAVES © gillena cox

Written for Margaret's
Artistic Interpretations
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Challange: to respond with an original poem to images posted
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Location: St James, Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago

9 comments:

  1. Debi SwimOctober 31, 2015 at 11:35 AM

    On the park bench
    a still life
    talent of the wind........... I love that, Gillena

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  2. JimOctober 31, 2015 at 7:45 PM

    Your leaves on the park bench have a big responsibility don't thet?
    I might like to try this form. I can see that the first verse is an outline for the rest of the poem. What is the name of your form?
    ..

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    1. Gillena CoxNovember 1, 2015 at 4:19 PM

      Jim thanks for dropping in, glad i sparked your interest. This form is called Trimeric

      much love...

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  3. Susie ClevengerNovember 2, 2015 at 4:36 PM

    "On the park bench
    a still life
    talent of the wind"

    Love that line...beautiful capture of autumn

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  4. MargaretNovember 2, 2015 at 11:54 PM

    A still life indeed! It was a rainy day, and this collection of falling leaves was undisturbed - I like the reference to loneliness.

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    1. Gillena CoxNovember 3, 2015 at 5:51 AM

      Thanks for dropping in to read mine Margaret

      much love...

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  5. HannahNovember 4, 2015 at 8:55 PM

    I love the idea of this temporary still life till the wind blows again. Beautiful poem!

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