autumn pantoum

[peculiarmuse]

the autumn breeze has finally come
whispering gently to me
these tales I have not heard
for a thousand years

whispering gently to me
beneath a sacred fortress of trees
for a thousand years
and I remember . . .

beneath a sacred fortress of trees
breathing ancient sunsets
and I remember . . .
blessed with bonfire ashes

breathing ancient sunsets
dancing on crisp

Comments

where the orange meets the juice

[cadillac8]

Poetwhore says:

keep this up.

You talk out your mouth about a thousand times a day;
so you can write so freely. (altho it is waaay slower than speaking. Usually.)

But it can be done, and well.

There is no difference between writing and speaking, says me.

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