Ein kleines Manuskript

I withdraw myself, into myself

Heine debated the appropriate

 Length of

Farewell letters

I never did write them well

I imprison my gaze,

Shackle it to the dusty window

Xanthophyll kissed trees

Venerate the Earth

With sweeping boughs, bowing

Autumn enters, unannounced

Clad in russets, crimson

Just…bitten…lips…

She enters

Leaf by leaf

Blushing apple cheeks

Light feet

And a quick-witted, glacial remark

I withdraw myself, into myself

It is the season of soul-hibernation,

Tattered flannel, and pumpkin spice

Steam rises, swirling

From my worn, weary mug

There is a happy silence

And I find…

I do not think of you at all

Except to debate

Like Heine

Was my letter ‘ein kleines Manuskript’?

Reviews

[Rana Adalwolfa Simon]

Vibrant images here. I honestly have nothing to say about your word choice or flow besides bravo. Again, though, I come back to punctuation here. There is so much going on, so many illustrations bouncing from line to line, and you have quite a bit of punctuation use going on already. I think for this piece, it would do well to have full punctuation support, with periods and additional commas where necessary, especially since you end with a question mark. Just that extra touch will reinforce the impact of your imagery.

[An owl on the moon]

Such a profoundly voiced glimpse of farewells... of letting go... of running inside yourself... Your words brings so many shadows to the mind and heart...

[Ed Hart]

crisp, clean, autumnal write...words sharp as the knife edge of a winter wind

[Emily B]

I never do well with goodbye, always coming back to hello

it is good to see you here, hello!

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Hello! It gladdens me to be back here. Me too, Emily. Hello is so much kinder.