"Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree." ~ Emily Bronte
Autumn uplifts her golden samovar spilling amber across the maple trees. Her hair flutters like flaming cinnabar or soft skeins of silk in the morning breeze. Her breath is a blossom of misty rain. Her eyes are jade lanterns of willow green, and her lips are kissed with a berry stain or first blush of love in a virgin queen. I see her shiver beneath glittered sleeves as smokestacks rise into the early sky, and prayer boats are made of fallen leaves on a lake of tears that falls from her eye. Thunderstruck am I on thoughts of levin. Heaven on earth is autumn in heaven.
For me, this sonnet is rendered perfect with the art, which speaks more than fourteen lines. "Heaven on earth is autumn in heaven" is the ideal final line and what I see in the art, autumn reflected above and below. You've triggered all senses here. We're in the scene, seeing, smelling, feeling all the wonder of the season. Extraordinary poem, Linda Marie.
The syntax of your descriptions leave me breathless - "her eyes are jade lanterns of willow green". The caliber of your style is most enchanting to read, especially coupled with the magnificent imagery of the video. Absolutely beautiful work, Linda!
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
Thank you for the visit, Kelly. It's always a pleasure.
nicely done ... smart smooth rhyme and rhythm .. not sure the demanding iambs of the sonnet are all intact but ... i read somewhere that rules of poetry can be flexed to allow everyday speaking to be accounted for ;) delightful experience in Autumn ... and the thunderstruck closing is so creative and i felt the light going off in my own little nog ... fine poetry says i .. i love autumn and your images like those prayer boat leaves are memorable ... creative and unique .. thanks for sharing Linda
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ps. what a magical video to accompany .. as well as the pic .. well done says i! well done indeed!
Poetry has been my passion since I was about fifteen years old, and I love the structure of rhyme and meter moreso than just randomly throwing words upon a page without any form whatsoever.
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