Autumn Memory

All it takes is the touch of a photograph.

And you're suddenly whizzing through time, 

sucked into your head,

flashing through a portal of light.

Around, the edges are fuzzy.

A cool breeze blows through the trees.

Leaves are dropped off, 

slowly floating to the ground.

Warm colors fill the world,

reds and oranges and yellows and purples and light greens and browns.

Beautiful.

It's that moment, walking through the woods.

That moment when just as someone takes a picture of you,

the trees reach out to trip you,

the earth beats you up hard,

the wind knocks you over,

the leaves slide you away,

the sun watches, unmoving.

The impact hits you hard.

Stunning, dazing, shocking you.

After you fall, you lay there.

And then

the trees move out of your way,

the earth feels warm and solid,

the wind sweeps right over you,

the leaves crunch under you,

the sun lets its rays fall on you.

Around, the edges are fuzzy.

A cool breeze blows through the trees.

Leaves are dropped off, 

slowly floating to the ground.

Warm colors fill the world,

reds and oranges and yellows and purples and light greens and browns.

Beautiful.

Reviews

[ArtisticVisions]

Really like how you repeated the 3rd/last stanzas, it ends the poem 'beautifully'. (: Great work!

[SpiceCookie]

Thank you! :)

[Shy Joe]

For a young writer, you are showing some talent. The use of your words to instill imagery is good in the second, third, and forth stanza. You did kind of lose me in the fifth stanza. I went from traveling through a photo to getting bullied by a crowd? Maybe you were letting us know you can escape reality in a photo for a short time only to come back to reality? Keep writing and thanks for sharing.

[SpiceCookie]

Thanks! And I'll try to make it more clear about what happened in the fifth paragraph. :)