Darkness dances in the margins.
Wildflowers, shed their blooms, one by one
and the meadows echo with the wind’s sighs.
Geese, once more, darken the blue skies
punctuating their flight
with honking cries.
The world turns
never going back to where it began
and we are all its passengers. Where do we go
carrying our age-old burdens?
Greens are fading to ocher.
Grapes are ripening in their vines.
The fragrance of apples is incense
foreshadowing the story born of time.
Night falls. The Harvest Moon rises
Seeds fall to the ground to be.
The idea of autumn, brought to the fore by this image posted in DVERSE POETS’ Pub’s Poetics prompt last Tuesday, inspired the above piece. My older boys, aged 14 and 12, to whom I read my poems first to get a feedback, called it an emo piece. The 12-year old said it was 8/10 but where was the rhyme? The boys’ comments notwithstanding, I am just glad to be able to write a complete piece. I have too many attempts written in the note app of my phone and in a notebook. Somehow, I could not complete them.
Thank you for you, friends, who regularly come by to read and comment. I do appreciate your kindness a lot. I apologize for not being able to respond (promptly!) to comments and to read posts. I do much of my blogging on a desk top but these days, my PC is often used by children who do their school and what not. There are days I even forget I have a blog to begin with. I will try to do some catching up. Promise. 🙂