How in pale I wonder,
These beloved trees,
Once dressed in green glamour and glitz
flapping majestically its apparel
a seasonal blessing of nature
why not ask the birds its prominence
an abode of leisure and fresh air.
when will thou recuperate from this disgrace?
this nudity of time,
oh, a brutal rape of shame
the birds longed for you again
I'll tell them when you return.
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I can't really remember
I can't really remember reading any of your poems beautifully crafted as this.Nice piece,well done Chiori.
very nice
good imagery
Chiori,
A well-crafted contribution to the contest! I love the word choices and images.
Good luck with the contest,
Kelsey
greetings
An enjoyable short poem . The last line Really makes this poem. good luck in contest.......stan
YES
AND CONGRATS FOR AN HM
I TOO EARNED ONCE
MY HEART NEARLY BURST
THEY know it will
so I Never ever in life
have ever come FIRST
SECOND FROM FRONT
ALWAYS
LAST BUT ONE
IN MARATHON
Congratulations on close runner up
for the November contest!
Thank you Jess
I would like to be enlightened about the close runner up
Chiori, it is with regret that I critique little and write less
I'm better at helping others than I am at writing my own work and it gives me great pleasure to help a poet grow. I've just been though a long cycle of depression and eagerly look forward to an 'up' cycle of benefitial feedback to others and someof my mothrr]sr of my groem feednsch mosrer.
I've cried, I've hr;o sr gtomr
"someof my mothrr]sr of my groem feednsch mosrer.
I've cried, I've hr;o sr gtomr"
I have no idea what that means. I have been partying for four days at a Mushaira with pretty poets, angels and various illegal substances, celebrating my 60th birthday.
My motto is from the Japanese TV series "Monkey"- The nature of Jess is irrepressible.
I always come back.