Four Strophes from an Autumn

The 'chairities' outside church are empty

An apathy of everywhere Novembers indecision

Passing - pub's lunchtime - dark - interior movements

Passing curiosity a perception quested - unfound

Beyond the flats - pale trees - fade

Brickwork at a loss of hues

One green - one bush - so evergreen 

Triumphs against the plague of jaundice

Forgot her name - oh - 'Kay!' approaches

With all red gums and teeth 

Gone to phantoms our once fulcrum

All - now - 'honey' in colonial English

The straggle of hang - a willow - curtain

The apologies - ducks - seek some reflection

The ripples - break - fragment - liquify - sky

A stretching reveals - splits - clouds - blue

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wish there were some reflection...but it's November, and November is such a blah month---gray, colorless, like some of us feel inside as our winter mood starts to dawn with so little sun.

[Cryingkate]

Well Micheal . I would of tried my best to say it was a well written poem.
Sorta dry but that fits the perspective on this one.

I'm not perfect and have my days too when I sorta snickered at someone for something
On this day, that's not so :-).

I feel bad for someone who doesn't know better or has less graces then others.
Again I let it go by. Geez it's only a poem.

there is a humorous reason why I'm spilling my innards. It's this: This is fighting terms.......

I Love Colonial English ! Put up your pen and defend yourself! :-)

[Michael Oliver]

Just pay the bloody tax and shut up :)

[Cryingkate]

:-}.......................