A stream of consciousness evaporated into the dizzy heights of my lapis lazuli
As the autumn winds fingered their way through the last golden leaves
It whispered a rustling across my mouth
I tasted glory and knew I was me
This is Now
And
This is Now
Like a dead poet told us
With the bray of her heart
I am here
With the Autumn
Okay
And apart
The lanes were carpeted with golden crunch and mud
Like a sensory delight to lead me to knowing
I sunk and I lingered and rose my eyes to the blue
I swear that I flew right into the showing
That was then
And
This is Now
Like the breath of a poet
Exhaling her being
I’m still here
With the Autumn
And better
For seeing
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this is sounding
Thank you Amon
Loud applause for this perfectly created piece of poetic positivity - - an inspirational read my friend.
Aww thank you for the round of applause. That means so much from someone as accomplished as yourself.
... an exceptional post sylviasearcher and one my most favouritest of your poems to date .. good to see you back and hope you are both safe and well ...
Thanks Neville, it was a moment that I needed to capture, though not sure I did it justice...
Hope you are safe and well too.
Not too bad thank you, could be an awful lot worse..
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