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Gloomy Days Summer is long gone as the first leaves start to fall. Memories of bare feet, I barely miss at all. Gray sky filled with candor, Shadowy lazy day, A dirt road I start to meander. Cloudy and overcast, I hear the wind in the trees, I hope and pray to god this will last. I shake and chill, rub my arms to warm myself, Think of a warm, enveloping bath, To sink away into stealth. Long, comfortable jeans Soft wool laden socks, Soon will come my long awaited day dreams. Stay far you despicable light, Clear not my fog, Sway not my plight. It is fall I love, the wind. the rain. Here is where I am home, Here I will remain. Leave the summer for the shallow, The thoughtless vain, And superficially hollow. These clouds are our background To create and imagine, Be always Comforted and forever found. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Marsha Steed On Date: 2005-11-04 09:45:09
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.54545
Kimberly, my favourite stanza was:
Leave the summer for the shallow,
The thoughtless vain,
And superficially hollow.
For me, this could absolutely stand alone. What a wonderful image, of all the summer-time activities, they are mostly indeed shallow and pleasure-seeking. My favourite season is also fall, and I think you have touched upon the exact reason why.
Gray sky filled with candor, - succulant.
There is a depth to the fog and the rain, the greyness and the thoughtful still. The witchy feel of change in the air brings me home to who I am as well. It sounds as if you have the same feelings, yet you put them into verse. Nice that.
The font is beautiful, but a little difficult to read, perhaps if it was made bold?
M