Writer's lament of Autumn

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Writer's lament of Autumn

(Colors)

By 

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada 

We, that are inspired

See through hope's desire

In the tinge of verdant and sage 

The weeping of nature for past summer's day

With leaves that rain like verse

Tragic melodic in universe 

Mellifluous sound of early morn

In the light of dawn; once more reborn

In every single blade of grass

Mother nature's weave is cast

What songs are sung of these

Few precious moments which we conceive 

We of wordsmith ply to craft

In lady Autumn's portent grasp

Of ardent dreams; to past

Inspired love in Everlast 

Author's Note

Early Sunday morning I got into a debate with my muse Cate. She wanted me to write a poem about the environment called "Free willy before he chokes to death from a plastic trash bag you threw into the ocean you asshole". But I wanted to write about evil clowns that haunt my nightmares. So like any lving couple we met at the middle. She's so kewl...(she made me say that). Feel free to leave comments or thoughts on this piece and please be kind to each other. Love, peace, chicken grease.

Reviews

[M. J. Smith]

Beautiful imagery. Wonderful words. A sweet tribute to the most picturesque season, if not the most popular.
Well written, poet.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you M. J. for your review of this piece. To me autumn is my favorite season because of its colors and scents that reflect nature preparing to rest. The light seems to dim a bit during this time with the wind a little more firm. It inspires and moves many a writer to art. Thank you again.

[M. J. Smith]

You are most welcome, my friend. Autumn touches me with a certain sadness. The geese wing away. And I long to follow them. Winter is close. Time to shelter as Nature turns cruel and cold. Still, beautiful images.

[JE Falcon]

Ah, a compromise haunted by evil clowns holding nightmares as hostages. I got that right, right? --- The poem was great but the computer always wants more than one-word reviews. :)

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you JE for the kind comment. I hate computers as much as I hate nightmare clowns. I enjoy a review even if it's one word or a page. Thanks for taking the time to read and leave your thoughts on this piece my friend.

[shadrach hah]

Hi Carlos, such ardent words painting a canvas of Autumn, my favourite season of all. A delightful song that touches the heart so gently. You paint such a wonderful poetic landscape, such gentle verse to touch the soul so softly. The flow and the rhyme sing into the mind. Your creativity shines once more. Have a wonderful Friday....Mike.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you Mike this was one of my favorites to write because it really speaks to my love of this time of year. It inspires and moves many a writer to verse. Thank you so much again for the kind comment.

[shadrach hah]

Hi Carlos, you are very welcome, the poem itself touched my heart. I saw Autumn in its words. I have always loved Autumn, it does haunt my mind. Have a wonderful Saturday....Mike.

[andrew mitchell]

Nicely done Carlos it is an art in itself to use rhyme so well as you do in all the writes I have read of yours. Well done.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you Andrew for your kind words they truly are appreciated. And as a fan of your work it means a lot.

[alanwgraham]

Well done Carlos. This looks suspiciously like a sonnet to me. I've written one so I know how tough they are to write. The changes taking place in autumn are great metaphors for our human condition and you have done great in your poem. You are in great poetic company.
Well done!
All the best,
Alan

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you Allen for the kind comment. I truly appreciate it. You are absolutely correct it almost reads like a sonnet. There is an aged unrequited love to this poem. To be honest it didn't feel like I was writing it myself but merely observing it. This was the same feeling I had when I wrote "Butterfly". Thank you again my friend for your comment.

[barleygirl]

Autumn has always represented melancholy for me, despite being a favorite time of year! I can feel a bit of a melancholy tone in your poem. A celebration, for sure, but also with the haunting sense of something precious slipping thru our fingers (((HUGS)))

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

As I reflect on this time of year despite the beautiful hues in it there is a sense of sadness watch the slow death of things. Time never seems so visually finite. It leaves the old bones wishing the end would hurry up, while at the same time feeling there is still so much more to accomplish or leave behind. I guess autumn for me is filled with dichotomy. Thank you Margie for your perceptive thoughts on this poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing dance of words my friend. Here in Michigan, Winter is coming. Thank you Carlos for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you CP for the kind words I truly appreciate them. Especially from an artist whose work I enjoy and so admire.

[Coyote Poetry]

I have enjoyed your work and you are welcome Carlos.

[Gee]

Beautifully written Carlos.
If Autumn doesn't have you bashing the keyboard then nowt will.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

That is definitely true Gee. If a person can't be inspired by this season and all its muted tones and scents than they really need to learn to live in the moment. Because that very is what autumn teaches. The brevity of life.

[Betty Hermelee]

I love the colors, verdant green and sage, who become moody and fling to the ground after summer's past, where every blade of grass is counted as its demise is near. The abstraction of color lifts our spirits in Autumn, where we find so many words to fill our poems...we must adore this special Goddess, for she gives us so much to see and hear. Beautiful write Carlos.
Best,
B.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you B and I totally agree with you. This time of year is my favorite. I never feel more alive than during this time. Because in the nature of this moment one can see how fleeting life truly is. In her colors. Thank you again.

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome!

[Qurratt]

Well now it's like I read a real piece of art in a long time! Wonderful!

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you Qurratt for your kind thoughts on this piece. Poetry can be akin to weaving dreams. The writer strives to supplant a vision within the reader's mind that resonates in hope it can take root. It's not always a successful endeavor but we do try nonetheless. Because the value of art is in the heart which accepts it. Thank you again for your kind words I truly appreciate it.