Saturday, 8 October 2016

October

I have been suffering with writers block these past couple of weeks, and so here's one I wrote from 2014.

The dew soaked grass feels soft as silk
Shrouding the valley floats a ghostly mist,
Just for a breath the sun rests on tree tops
Climbing slowly for a new autumn day.

Golden brown leaves fall from the trees
Dancing in a frenzy swirling around
Foreboding clouds sail on blustery winds
A watery sun hides behind one, it rains.

© Julian Clarke 2014

29 comments:

  1. Mist and rain... one can't wait for that sun to reappear!

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    1. sunshine warms our hearts, thank you for your comment

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  2. I am glad you revisited this poem it is so complete and clear - like a moment absorbed, appreciated and conveyed to all who read

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    1. Thank you, Jae, pleased you enjoyed it.

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  3. Well measured and crafted piece Julian, with excellent crisp close to capture the seasonal mood. Nicely done... With Best Wishes Scott

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    1. Thank you for your kind words, Scot.

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  4. Such beautiful imagery here :D well penned Julian :D

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    1. Sanaa, thank you so much for your thoughts.

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  5. Great image of autumn... revisiting old poetry is a great idea when it's as good as this.

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    1. thank you kindly and I am pleased you enjoyed it.

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  6. You paint a lovely picture in words.

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  7. You have really evoked a wonderful image of autumn in this poem, Julian. Ha - and I empathize about writers' block. I am right there with you.

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    1. Nice to know I'm not alone, however I would not wish the frustration of writers block on anyone. Thank you Mary for your thoughts and always very much appreciated.

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  8. This is a lovely autumn poem - I have never read it before so I am glad you shared it with us.

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  9. I like the image of the autumn watery sun, an indication of the winter to come.Lovely poem.

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    1. Thank you Rall, for your thoughts and pleased you liked it.

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  10. Falling Autumn leaves floating down in the rain can be quite a gruesome sight. It is as though the heavens are all dropping down!

    Hank

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  11. Lovely poem, Julian. And very timely here on Guernsey as the first leaves start to fall.

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    1. Hi Richard, as always your thoughts are welcome; I do like seeing the leaaves change colour.

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  12. Foreboding clouds sail on blustery winds
    A watery sun hides behind one, it rains.

    It gives a picture that nature provides the competitive spirit that makes life interesting!

    Hank

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    1. Thank you, Hank, for your thoughts

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  13. Wonderful wordsmithing - a pleasure to read.

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    1. Thank you, Wendy, I'm pleased you liked it.

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