Thursday, October 4, 2018

October




October opens its sorrows
to black birds and thick coarse
hands praying rosary 
beads

October spreads its wings
mildew gray as morning clouds,
churning reams of sunshine 
cold

October pulls the curtains down
velvet over fallen autumn leaves-
russets, deep reds as beating
heart



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33 comments:

  1. I love how you start with sorrow and black wings, and continue with the soothing colors of October... the fall is so many things.

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    1. I'm with Bjorn on this one, Grace! I also love the rounded 'oh' sounds of 'October opens its sorrows', which sounds like a bird, and the way the poem opens up with the spreading wings into mildew 'churning reams of sunshine
      cold' before the poem turns russet and deep red - glowingly gorgeous!

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  2. Autumn R Us--even though we are doing a fine job of hosting a bit of an Indian Summer here. The last stanza is my fave, but the coarse hands in stanza one haunt me.

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  3. A beautiful tribute to October. You take us the gamut - from sorrow to the muted colors if October. Lovely!

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  4. ah! the October and its wonderful palate of colors and words you blend within this incredible poem. :) I love this.


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  5. "thick coarse hands praying rosary beads" , love the image, brings back memories of a Catholic upbringing also "october opens its sorrows" is very musical, all those "O's".

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  6. Loved the "churning reams of sunshine/cold".
    Such a picturesque unraveling of this month, in its colors and feelings. Beautiful writing!

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  7. This makes me want to weep, I love autumn and october but that description-October opens its sorrows
    to black birds and thick coarse
    hands praying rosary
    beads
    what a wonderful dark timbre you give to this magnificent month.

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  8. The weeping is with gratitude not despair...

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  9. I like the last verse, especially 'deep reds as beating heart' giving rich life to the autumn season

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  10. you always paint so beautifully in poetry - lovely metaphors and I especially like the black birds and the beads

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  11. The opening verse is beautiful 🙂

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  12. I love the personification of October. I think I'll be treating it with more respect from now on!

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  13. October better stay doing that and not allow snow haha

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  14. Oh gosh this is so beautiful!💞 Your opening stanza is poetic brillance 😊

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  15. Nice description of autumn with those curtains: "October pulls the curtains down"

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  16. Colours and textures well incorporated, Grace. Beautiful.

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  17. October is closing in... I liked the description for shorter days and snow curtain covering leaves. Well done.

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  18. I experience October through your luscious imagery...indeed, she pulls the russet curtains down!

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  19. Just beautiful and captivating poetry, Grace. You don't fail. Ever. Jane (Lady Nyo)

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  20. October pulls the curtains down
    velvet over fallen autumn leaves-

    Autumn leaves, a tradition of its own trending right now! Very real very true, Grace!

    Hank

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  21. Love October pulling the curtain down as the days get shorter!

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  22. I could feel the colors here. It's overcast and raining here, so the second stanza resonates the most with me.

    What form is this? Did you just create this form on the fly? I really like it.

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  23. lovely , Grace. hope you are well ~

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  24. velvet over fallen autumn leaves.... I love it, Grace.

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  25. October does seem to have curtains...(K)

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  26. churning reams of sunshine was exquisite Grace

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  27. Your poems are so beautiful..

    Best wishes, Ida

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  28. Grace, your opening line pulled me in and I like the visuals of this poem. I would love to see you expand this with more, it feels that there may be more for you to say here.
    I always appreciate your writing style. Thanks for sharing your voice.

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  29. Full of heart and sorrow, an apt description of October, especially after the harvest festivals are finished!

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  30. The contrasting images, especially in the second, make a bittersweet picture. They give a sense of tempered beauty which, come to think of it, October is. :-)

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