Song of Autumn

Song of Autumn

A Poem by Arezzo

(after Paul Verlaine)


Sobs long and thin
of violins
hurt my heart
as the weary part
begins.

I cannot breathe
emotions seethe.
When silver chimes
waft other times,
I grieve.

Borne through the trees
on an evil breeze,
I ride the air
now here, now there.

Dead leaves.

 

 

© 2015 Arezzo


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Always so jealous of poets who are not only talented, but have such a succinct style. I loved the whole of this, there is stand out quality. That first stanza, that first stanza... and that is how every first stanza should be.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Arezzo

9 Years Ago

I am very pleased that you like it! This is my first day on Writers' Cafe, and yours is the first r.. read more
Stammers

9 Years Ago

Welcome! I've been here for a few years now, although I've dropped off from writing the past few and.. read more
Arezzo

9 Years Ago

I'm very grateful!

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Arezzo
Arezzo

Ronda, Andalucia, Spain



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