Fine The Way It Is

by Onam iki t t y

in Completed Works

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Fine The Way It Is

This morning I awoke to autumn air,
as crisp as looseleaf, cracking flames, and gold.
The trees are turning, and the wind is cool.
I walk alone without your hand to hold.

The season of my memories is fall;
the months are boxes of mahogany.
I brush the dust off come September's end
and kiss the clouds and wish you were with me.

Above me snaps and breaks are softly heard.
Red, orange, and yellow, blooming by bare feet,
I stumble into my wood cove of dreams,
where, tenderly, I fold into your heat.

And in this gentle season we remain
so happy, while the world says we were wrong.
Our skin, so bare, divested to the cold,
swaps static, sighs of love held back so long.
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Sep 30th 2009
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This is sort of a poem about my feelings towards autumn. It's a wonderful, wonderful season. And even this doesn't encompass all of my love for it, only one facet, one viewpoint. :)

The title is one I scrawled angrily at the top of the paper this was written on when I grew tired of beginning stanzas, only to scratch them out because they didn't fit or didn't sound good or I couldn't think of a proper rhyme.

This is in iambic pentameter with the rhyme scheme xaxa / xbxb / xcxc / xdxd and I rather like it!

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crysis Says:

This is an excellent piece. It created a calming picture as a read it. Very nice.

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Akean Says:

You wrote in iambic pentameter! Congratulations! (seriously)
I like it, there's a sense of calm to it as well as an underlying feel of anticipation. In fact, I would say this poem matched most of what I felt today (mostly while walking home).
I'm so happy I can feel autumn coming, it makes me think about things more.

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