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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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I love how you start with sorrow and black wings, and continue with the soothing colors of October... the fall is so many things.
ReplyDeleteI'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
Deletecold' before the poem turns russet and deep red - glowingly gorgeous!
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.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful tribute to October. You take us the gamut - from sorrow to the muted colors if October. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteah! the October and its wonderful palate of colors and words you blend within this incredible poem. :) I love this.
ReplyDelete"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".
ReplyDeleteLoved the "churning reams of sunshine/cold".
ReplyDeleteSuch a picturesque unraveling of this month, in its colors and feelings. Beautiful writing!
This makes me want to weep, I love autumn and october but that description-October opens its sorrows
ReplyDeleteto black birds and thick coarse
hands praying rosary
beads
what a wonderful dark timbre you give to this magnificent month.
The weeping is with gratitude not despair...
ReplyDeleteI like the last verse, especially 'deep reds as beating heart' giving rich life to the autumn season
ReplyDeleteyou always paint so beautifully in poetry - lovely metaphors and I especially like the black birds and the beads
ReplyDeleteThe opening verse is beautiful 🙂
ReplyDeleteI love the personification of October. I think I'll be treating it with more respect from now on!
ReplyDeleteOctober better stay doing that and not allow snow haha
ReplyDeleteOh gosh this is so beautiful!💞 Your opening stanza is poetic brillance 😊
ReplyDeleteNice description of autumn with those curtains: "October pulls the curtains down"
ReplyDeleteColours and textures well incorporated, Grace. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteOctober is closing in... I liked the description for shorter days and snow curtain covering leaves. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThis speaks to the painter in me!
ReplyDeleteI experience October through your luscious imagery...indeed, she pulls the russet curtains down!
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful and captivating poetry, Grace. You don't fail. Ever. Jane (Lady Nyo)
ReplyDeleteOctober pulls the curtains down
ReplyDeletevelvet over fallen autumn leaves-
Autumn leaves, a tradition of its own trending right now! Very real very true, Grace!
Hank
Love this October poem!
ReplyDeleteLove October pulling the curtain down as the days get shorter!
ReplyDeleteI could feel the colors here. It's overcast and raining here, so the second stanza resonates the most with me.
ReplyDeleteWhat form is this? Did you just create this form on the fly? I really like it.
lovely , Grace. hope you are well ~
ReplyDeletevelvet over fallen autumn leaves.... I love it, Grace.
ReplyDeleteOctober does seem to have curtains...(K)
ReplyDeletechurning reams of sunshine was exquisite Grace
ReplyDeleteYour poems are so beautiful..
ReplyDeleteBest wishes, Ida
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.
ReplyDeleteI always appreciate your writing style. Thanks for sharing your voice.
Full of heart and sorrow, an apt description of October, especially after the harvest festivals are finished!
ReplyDeleteThe 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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