Samos

By Parson Thru

Sun, 25 Oct 2015
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8 comments
 

I watch the autumn leaves drift by
Turning, tumbling, sinking to the mud
Autumn's great farewell

A fleet of waterboatmen dart
through sycamore and oak
over washed-out beech and chestnut

To a busy mind, it all amounts to nothing
Just another season, one more year

From the bank, I watch the leaves drift by
like days

Each one bearing the impression of every soul
it touched

Certificate U
Poem
Mortality Games
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Comments

Submitted by Sooz006 on

I loathe winter.  You captured the bleakness and death of it all beautifully. I liked the blurring of  the trees with the beach (beech) waterboat men, it gave the trees an 'other' layer. 

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi Sooz. I'd say come to Spain but it's f f f freezing here tonight!

Parson Thru

Submitted by Bee on

I love the last four lines. 

Bee

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Glad I changed it then, Bee. I love that you love them. Thank you. x

Parson Thru

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

How very profound - I Love the last line.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi AE. Thank you.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Magic, PTsmiley

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hello Tina. Thank you. Hope all is well. :-)

Parson Thru