Odyssey
I want the spring again, but not this falling.
Or rather both, without the return: each season
Shows us not enough, birth ending
In death, hearts renewed and dried
And restless in the chill October-
Seeking in vain to be shattered
Finally
Into joy.
Feet wander under a cerulean sky, alone.
Vermillion hands caress the wind with whispers
Of some fierce
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I agree the first is better. The second I think answers it, to some extent, but could use some tweaking(it's just a reworking of something I posted last year anyway...)
But it's all such a great way of avoiding Deutsch. (we now know, not ONLY our colors, relatives, and sundry common nouns, but how to describe our daily actions! That's right, I can now say that I go with my green grandfather to the theater with pleasure and eat breakfast.) (....there is a reason my German teacher weeps when he beholds me approaching....)
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And this post reminded me to get you into the poetry community. Which you need to get into promptly.
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subtitled, why yes I am very swift in my responses to comments. What's two weeks, in the great scheme of things?
poetry community--yes! Though I shall most likely do more creeping upon others than actually contributing. We shall see. How gettest I there, prithee?
Oh, and PS. I miss you. Who knew?
<3
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