Autumn dressed in colors ranged from gold to grey
A chill, crisp wind carries leaves from the trees to the lake
A lonely traveler will walk amidst the ducks to a bridge far away
From his seat beneath an age'd oak, a refuge from the sky
Across a frosted field, he did depart, quick-stepped to the cold
Green grass lingers ‘spite the northerly breeze, underfoot
Had seen a friend, and called, across that field, without reply
Save for the cry of geese, lamenting coming loss of summer warmth
Striding well into the evening, while the sky her violet colors donned
Across one field for hours of light with the wind at his face
To the tree at the end of the path, marked journey’s end
To find there-under kind regards of resting friend
Against the cold and dark of night, to that end, the traveler strode
Had reached the tree, he found it bare
His friend no longer resting there
He must’ve left this chill-grass garden
To find some other friend, some other face
To lead another traveler to his resting place
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Author:
Reivax Camlost (
Offline) - Published: September 9th, 2016 09:16
- Comment from author about the poem: La Campanella, Etude No. 3 in G Sharp Minor, S. 140: III. Allegretto
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Comments2
I guess I now need to check your Inspiration "La Campanella", because I enjoyed reading your Poem very much..
Explain to me Why you do this: "trav'ler"....
Have you listened Shostakovich - Jazz Suite No2 - Waltz No.2...
It helps with the meter of the poem, or so I thought. Now that I read it again, it just seems tacky. Thanks for pointing it out, I'll revise it.
No, but I will.
Just listened to Waltz No.2...
Loved it!
Must use this as inspiration for another poem presto!
Love it awesome write
Thanks. I value constructive feedback very much- So, when reading my poems, please try to get a feel for what makes them good, or bad, and what should be changed.
I'll try
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