Early for that faint October shiver
That creeps in like mist
With a haunting twist of mind
And so
A slightly leaden heart
Looking to the rear instead of forward
Not escaping the clamp of past fears
The sweat on the brow
Where are the hands of comfort now
Momentary panic of alone
Then tell myself before I go to sleep
That in the morning shadows will be gone
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Author:
Lorna (
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- Category: Surrealist
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Yes Lorna, the chills of Autumn will be upon us very soon. And the Summer just a memory. But each season has its own memories to savour. Great write Lorna.
Thanks AP - more a shiver of the soul like Ray Bradbury gives us with his "October Country"........
I remember Ray Bradbury, something of his I read many years ago.
Great writer of his type - nobody can give you chills as he can! (But he also wrote the script for Moby Dick with Gregory Peck). And endless endless imagination (like Stephen King - who in his way is also a masterful story teller).
Very true.
'Looking to the rear instead of forward
Not escaping the clamp of past fears
The sweat on the brow
Where are the hands of comfort now'..
escape, from oneself - rarely: works
best to stand firm, confront and what must be shed
before moving on when a path, is shown..
thanks for sharing, dear poet
But you has not had September yet! heehee. Good write Lorna.
I'm getting ahead a bit too - thinking of Harvest time here at end of August!
A haunting number together with your shivery autumn lament makes a really captivating posting - thanking you Lorna.
Autumn will soon be upon us and I shall revel in Nature’s beauty that it brings to me.
Andy
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