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’This the season
of our fallings. The scent
and pent-up, unspent while
of wailing leaves. We cleave
too long to trees,
ponder-pander wrong for breeze,
squeeze ourselves back into boxes
too small
too tall
too squalling
for our aching shoulders.
Hold it close, this
(one kiss,
under all this crimson
bliss.)
Fold it closed,
into the pages
of a book, look
at it when the day
grows long, and dim.
Skim it for something
you can keep.
Sleep now.
Sleep how
you did when you were
young and free and whirlwind
strong.
Long
for something more than
all this withered, weathered
skin.
Look up. The sky is waiting.
Stretch up your limbs.
…………………………….Begin.
.
Got time to rhyme?
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Whistles!! ❤ Gosh De, you totally rocked this one!! 😀
There’s a lovely rhythm to this poem that stems from the way you’ve used rhyme and wordplay, De. It’s more blues than scat! (And I’ve just realised that when I’ve written about ‘scatting’ on your posts before, my predictive text thingy has been changing ‘scat’ to ‘skat’ which is a German card game!)
Perfect for the coming season of autumn or “our fallings”. Love this part:
ponder-pander wrong for breeze,
squeeze ourselves back into boxes
I am looking up with hope 🙂
Some of us have fled, passed, past autumn, & are in the winter of our lives. This is a strong enjoyable multi-layered poem that surprises us with creative rhyming; nice.
I love the way you connected the title word “Reason” to the poem’s first word, “This,” with that tiny apostrophe, creating the opening “Reason This,” with “Reason” becoming a verb. And then if you’re reasoning a “season of fallings,” the apostrophe’s dropping down (falling) to become a comma. So then it also sort of says, “Reason: this.”
“ponder-pander” … great verb phrase; that whole stanza is fantastic
I really like this section too:
“Skim it for something
you can keep. //
Sleep now.
Sleep how”
You’re a pro at breaking lines to stress certain words to draw out your rhymes. Excellent job.
We’ve played together enough that you know my mind and way better than pretty anyone else. Your mastery here is so spot on and expressive. My poetic sister of another mother!
oh this is lovely, whimsygizmo 🙂
‘Hold it close’ & ‘Fold it closed’…wow…the poem offers a beautiful space to rest for a while…
Oh I do especially love the second to last stanza… almost like a hymn… the rhymes is so skillfully employed here…
Gorgeous and joyous. You always play so cleverly with your words; and this, doing it in rhyme, is no exception.
Fantastic rhyming to cover so many of the designated types. Must have been imposed with lots of thinking De, Great!
Hank
what an ending De! rolls off the tongue and challenges your reader to keep up with the pace and the multiple meanings – this verse alone is a poem:
“Fold it closed,
into the pages
of a book, look
at it when the day
grows long, and dim.
Skim it for something
you can keep.”
Such delicious rhymes in this. Beautiful!
You knocked it out of the ballpark! Potent and evocative words! x
NICE!!! this is a wonderful spoken word type piece. I would love to hear it spoken.
Such a wondrous work with rhyming a la free verse, De. Beautiful imagery and flow.
Beautiful rhythmic, expert and words were fabulous. Cool cat.