If this beauty shall be my final curtain, let it be dropped slowly

 

Parched and dry, this barren field stretches,

I wander, head hung low,

staring at the emptiness eclipsing my thoughts

Brittle blades of grass disappear beneath

my worn-out sneakers,

black and white crushing beige

in slow fashioned footprints of blistered dust

 

“My sanity for some cool water”

 

When upon my shoulders, reddened by solar intensity,

wet from exerted energy, comes a breeze

as if Autumn has come to claim her colors,

to gather her brown and sepia landscape,

pull the lifeless trees, with little leaf

from the chalk textured ground taking it

where it would suit another, for this is my luck

 

"Take my shade I beg not, for it is merely a branch”

 

Like fingers of a silken web’s reach,

a soft caress of skin is not understood, though very pleasant

Nature finds me a shiver, a small comfort in this arid place

once crawling with snakes of assorted length, now

green as if lush has just been defined

with sweet air and pomegranate skies featuring a glow,

pristine shades of which I’ve never seen, heavenly

 

“To whom might I thank for such a gift?”

 

When before me stands, my eyes saturated and lost

slowly focus on beauty, winged loveliness now smiling within my own

personal oasis, which quickly forms in my heart

An angel, a goddess, extends a hand to me?

My cracked and weathered palm touches, smooth, gentle

her hand as she lifts me, I am weightless, floating

to her, my breath leaves me as I wonder, is this my end?

 

“If this beauty shall be my final curtain, let it be dropped slowly”

 

A voice of velvet speaks, as I fade in and out of reality,

now steadied by her touch and the sweet scent of lavender and lime

“I have come to you as a verse, for poetry is thy keeper,

thy words have been heard,” lyrical this voice sings

melodic and harmonious, a rhythm to the beat of my heart,

the race of my pulse, the love of my life, my muse, my all 

 

“Eternal to you I shall write, for your beauty fuels my pen”

Reviews

[Starbaby]

I stumbled across this by chance, and I am very glad I did. I found it to be a gem, beautifully written, eloquent in word and flow, simply breathtaking. Looking forward to reading more.

[willweb]

Thank you so very much for the visit and comment. I am happy you enjoyed this one.

[Neville]

Beauty indeed and in epic proportion .. what's not to love and then some .. Neville :)

[willweb]

Thanks so much.

[Seriana]

Wow!!! Touched by something invisible, yet traced on the pages to this screen for you to share. Your words, woven so sweetly and pretty, echo this line...
"as if Autumn has come to claim her colors,"
She has indeed come. In your velvet voice that you've shared. Most excellent!

[willweb]

Hey, thanks so much. Happy you stopped by for a visit and enjoyed what you found. I appreciate your time my friend.

[Ken Simm.]

Sheer melodramatic beauty in the finest sense of the words.

[willweb]

Thanks so much Ken. Coming form an artist like you, that means a lot.

[Stu. T.H.]

Such lovely verses and an enticing poem, which the type one would always be in favour of indulging in the pastime. To have such a compelling work to read and re-read before Autumn ends is such a bliss~!
Thank you for amazing work for us readers to have to accompany us in our time, author willweb, I'm sure many others may share my view!

[willweb]

Thank you so very much. I am thrilled you enjoyed this one.

[W. Barrett Munn]

This has so much good in it, and I know most writers here don’t care for critiques so I’ll only say this has so much going for it in a positive way it made me take out my editorial scissors and snip only here and there as I read. Good work.

Winston

[willweb]

Thanks so much and please, feel free to critique any way you like. I know punctuation isn't what it should be but it never is in my work. I would be curious though to what you might edit.

[W. Barrett Munn]

I’ll send you a message.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Oh I like this so much...it is like having a tryst with autumn...and she is my favorite season...
so her cool crisp air and beautiful colors always warms my heart and soul...as in this poem, in sensual terms...much like Emily D. expresses IN "Because I could not stop for Death" where she portrays death
as being a gentleman who comes for her like on a date...the carriage ride.
Sweet poem.
j.

[willweb]

Thanks so much Jacob. I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment on this one.