In Retrospect

the ending of seasons, proponderance of PoppySilver's excellance

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dreams of escape...

"Strange days indeed, eh Wentworth", Hesse quote to a friend,

in corrispondance of the state of kingdoms.

As the reflections, hammer at the door and we bust through prisms.

In self, reflections. Of the October, waiting.

The dead leaves crumble to dust, and the death of a season.

 

Comes, hither.

 

We sometimes wither, the moanining wind.

As it pass our eves.

Where hast the splendor gone.

Pondering words of friends, in the collective.

As she passes her thoughts, onto our proponderances.

Her words, create channels of pictorials blend...

We look for and see the shortening breath, of a plane plundered.

The casting away of morals and want.

That cannot feed, the need.
In a sense of loss today.

 

All is not perfect,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

at a seasons end.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

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In posting to admire greatly PoppySilver and her prose, never fails to bring pictorials.

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Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

Life is an endless struggle to survive a teeter totter of sorts between toughness and resilience and beauty and wonder as each plies its genetic ways to survive which will win out? The tough weed or the beautiful flower?
A great write here a great write

[Priyankaabhilaashi]

Fantastic...!!

[Ashley.M.E]

This is really good, I am sorry I haven't taken the time to review you... not near as much as you have me. You are a great writer, though you already know that.

[Ruth]

OMG! Stunning love! Thank you :) You are a gem :) lol (placing kiss on your cheek!)
This is wonderful, all may not be perfect but thats reality ey? lol
This has touched my heart, beautiful work love!
Hugs and respect sweety
xx

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the photo and the words. In Michigan the changing of the leave is one of the reason I came back to Detroit. Your description is amazing. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote