The End of Autumn

A story told in one [very long] sentence.

And in fathomless dreams vacant of illusions

transparent within the thick vines

veiling the once conspicuous sun within the bosom of Night,

there came the silent breath of Fall with all its beauty and grace

through the distant whispers of restless leaves

translating the Earth's ancient tongue long lost to Man's memory

in which may only be summoned within dreams from the dormant conscious;

driven to recall such a language not even words dare to recite

and depict with molding imagery.

Author's Note

One of my favorite styles when it comes to poetry is writing a very long sentence that tells a story. God I love doing it, its writing art from the rawest forms of the imagination :]

Reviews

[Bare trees]

Superb metaphors, I'm a little shocked that you've only received one review. Your minds eye is intriguing in the way you interpret your words. Loved it. Great poem. Or should I say sentence?

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Such powerful words and deepness in this. I found this write intriguing. So nicely done....xo