It is quite wild the color that starts this poem, but how it seems to end in grey, and sadness. I loved the start, and though Autumn is not my favorite time of the year, as it is when life is going to sleep, it is a colorful time. It is also a romantic time of year. Forest walks, leaves underfoot, a chill in the air so you have to cuddle close to a companion. then winter falls. All that's left is the dream. I liked it. Well written.
It is quite wild the color that starts this poem, but how it seems to end in grey, and sadness. I loved the start, and though Autumn is not my favorite time of the year, as it is when life is going to sleep, it is a colorful time. It is also a romantic time of year. Forest walks, leaves underfoot, a chill in the air so you have to cuddle close to a companion. then winter falls. All that's left is the dream. I liked it. Well written.
There is so much to enjoy in this piece my friend, but sadly, much to lament as well. But you way you've interspersed the underlying pain with such incredible imagery gives birth to a sense of hope, maybe a better and less lonely future. Loneliness was the first emotion I took from this piece, which probably has a lot to do with me as the reader. But again, you've painted it with such a feast of colours and images that it's hard to dwell on it, and the hope it relays is infectious. Great work Julie :)
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Thank you for your very kind comment my sweet friend. Have a beautiful day :) Julie
I read this four times that they say three times a charm
This was a charm the first second third and fourth time
It assaults the senses A virtual cornucopia sight smells colors
Is absolutely gorgeous it feels like a broken heart A little bit blue
Tinged with red
A picture is also beautiful still not as beautiful as beautiful as this poem
Much respect
Chloe
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Thank you for your lovely comment. I appreciate it very much. Have a beautiful day :) Julie
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You're welcome and you also have a beautiful day Julie take good care
I envision a woman whose love has gone, perhaps she is a widow, who has experienced all the life and color that love can bring to someone's life and now has only the loneliness and cold of winter to look forward to. But she has decided to warm her heart with the fire of the memories of her love, now gone but not forgotten. Your poem is very beautiful, Julie. I think it's terrific!
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Joyce, Thank you for your kind comment. I'm thrilled you emjoyed ths one. Happy Holidays my friend... read moreJoyce, Thank you for your kind comment. I'm thrilled you emjoyed ths one. Happy Holidays my friend. Hugs, Julie
Keep expanding! Love the piece and the theme of the changing seasons! And the poems are getting longer too! I must be dreaming! Like I said many times, you are by far my favorite writer! Your poetry bleeds colors I could never imagine possible!
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Thank you for your very kind comment. I'm thrilled you enjoyed this poem (I do love the shorter ones.. read moreThank you for your very kind comment. I'm thrilled you enjoyed this poem (I do love the shorter ones though). :) Julie
dear Julie... absolutely exquisite ...
and painted with soft strokes of
passion's fire to warm our hearts
for many moons. Snow flakes
arrive like a ballet of tender
after glow that linger in our soul.
truly a masterpiece and minuet
of lovers smiles. as ever...
Your fan... Pat
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Pat, Your visits and beautiful comments always touch my heart. Thank you my sweet friend. Hugs, Juli.. read morePat, Your visits and beautiful comments always touch my heart. Thank you my sweet friend. Hugs, Julie
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Julie... you are the reason for
the season of love... always... Pat
I've been writing poetry for 15 years. My poetry isn't unique in any way, but it is written from the heart.
I have trouble keeping up with everyone's poetry, so please send me rr's.
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