Autumnal

[Benjamin]

“Carra vash sir?” Trill out the Polish girls
who tout their smiles on the supermarket car park.
Leathers and cloths a-swirl round bin carts:
bubbling, wet
and so far from home.
They seek a warmth and kindness from cold passers-by,
whose hostile looks cannot deny a sharp disdain.
“Bloody foreigners,
go back home!”
They'd love to shout but dare not call out.

The low sunlight disperses early mist:
and ancient smells pervade from a woodland carpet
of dank yellows and browns; while squirrels,
quick and grey
forage through the day.
Impatient birds wheel and twitter round blackened trees.
And we could fly to where our minds so freely soar,
a whisper away
from the sun.
If we only had their wings and strength.

Old leaves and litter over the common,
waft through bubbles of imagination, where dogs
and children once romped in summer's green.
Drank sunlit
joy in endless days:
till some dark prelate loosed a cabal in their place,
or so it seems. Nothing will be the same again.
For though clocks go back,
time moves on,
oblivious to the world of man.

[dr_con]

A wonderful, reflective, naturalist piece. At once wistful and nstalgic and immediate and here. Strong images, just lovely.

 

Enjoyed!

 

 

Juris

[dcmarti1]

where dogs
and children once romped in summer's green.

 

Wow. Evocative. Hit me.

[Gatekeeper]

I find three poems here.

Perhaps the stanzas could be numbered I, II, III ?

[Benjamin]

Thanks Juris, dcmarti and Gatekeeper for your comments. As an October child, autumn has an enhanced flavour for me.

Gatekeeper: I note your suggestion. The movement of thought through each stanza is meant to correlate without losing the overall pensive mood.

[Larsen M. Callirhoe]

very subtle layered affect you show me here with very colorful imagery. I like everything about this. When I first read this it put me into a hypnotic trance like state wondering what your vision was to jot down such lovely poetry. really enjoyed the read for I felt like I was transported to another world and for that I thank you.

 

victor

[Benjamin]

Thank you Victor. Poetry, like music, transcends many planes and most readers and writers have their own preferences. Mine is not to leave readers scratching their heads too much. Benjamin

[David W. Parsley]

Fine music here, Geoff.

 

Thank You,

- Dave

[Benjamin]

Cheers Dave. It's one I keep chipping away at and hoping someday to feel satisfied with. Geoff

[JoelJosol]

where dogs

and children once romped in summer's green.

 

Wow. Evocative. Hit me.

 

This caught my attention too.

[badger11]

 

For though clocks go back,

time moves on,

oblivious to the world of man.

 

Very evocative B. The imagery colouring a sensory thread to your conclusion. Time well spent on such writing in my view.

 

all the best

 

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[Benjamin]

Thanks badge appreciate your comments. I'm a little preoccupied at the moment but still floating around. Cheers.