a woman has a correct eye

one that penetrates deep

between lines of sunlight

reading clouds, tasting air,

flavor is there

cool musty lychee dawn

fleshy pulp of golden coming,

resonant sounds filled the clouds

adding iron to the silence,

winter was a long breath away

autumn came first,

shed of green leaves burn bronze

streams fill and swell

nature laying down

a woman has an automated touch

fingertip brush that works the earth,

cooling firm soil

soon discover frost,

suspended as belief,

apples and cinnamon

warm pie and ale,

ashes in fire rekindles embers,

forests lay paths of leaves

moist and cling to feet,

then dry curling crisp,

kicked into piles by laughing children

a woman has a malleable heart

shaped and formed on whispered breath

clouded from mouth in morning,

days shorten,

clock has no time

fingers bent in persuasion

to the season,

she found a place now

a place she liked,

glad summer was evaporating

in it’s own heat,

and winter held it’s snow at bay,

she related to this

feel and consider her life

a moment at a time,

autumn was her time,

her time alone and here she

remained

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Comments
  1. wow! this is quite a picture. Lovely and intense. Of course, very flattering, too πŸ™‚

  2. njs says:

    its beautiful….

  3. taniamend says:

    Love this! Amazingly done!

  4. Bruce Ruston says:

    great poem very interesting I agree, had to read it twice and more slowly the second time

  5. Genie says:

    Very orginal and creative: “summer was evaporating in its own heat.”

  6. Love how you personified the season, and brought all the beauty and the changes in. Extremely satisfying.

  7. hobgoblin2011 says:

    really like how you introduce a statement in each of the stanzas and then poetically reflect thereafter, some really cool lines in here.

  8. Jessica says:

    Great poem. There is nothing more feminine than nature. You’ve captured her essence and the essence of woman!

  9. This flows really well. A smooth read. Nice!

  10. arlenecorwin says:

    I really, really like this one. I appreciate it when you are more grammatical, as well as deep and poetic. It was/is lovely! Arlene

  11. Love the way you create tone and rhythm here, especially like the lines ‘forests lay paths of leaves’ and ‘then dry curling crisp’ so autumnal.

  12. this is magical. She stays there, outside of time. Really like this.

  13. go1flo says:

    A poem to truly steal a heart

  14. Cat Forsley says:

    ethereal ….to say the east ….

  15. brian miller says:

    nice….the malleable heart is def important chris…i like the shades you walk us through with her….i really like your personification of the season man…

  16. kkkkaty says:

    I like “fingers bent in persuasion to the season…..”..all rings a bell with me πŸ˜‰

  17. This seems a lovely celebration of both woman and nature πŸ™‚

  18. Louise says:

    “a woman has a malleable heart
    shaped and formed on whispered breath” ~ I love that…autumn as a woman, as Mother Nature…beautiful poem πŸ™‚

  19. slpmartin says:

    What an interesting underlying concept…would seem to afford a number of possible poems.

  20. I like the idea that she’s chosen her spot to stay there.

  21. Mary says:

    I enjoyed the idea of the woman finding her time in autumn and staying in this place that she really likes. Love the ‘warm apples and cinnamon, warm pie and ale.’

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