Sunday, September 28, 2014

Defense Mechanism



September plays pick-up sticks with branches,
goldenrod turns the world upside-down. 

Summer hangs ripe, ready to get it over with; thumbs a ride.

I tell myself I will be fine if there is plenty of fresh air.
Leaves.  Kisses.  

I shut my eyes tight enough to see your face.
Inhale, count to one hundred,
listen to the advice of cicadas. 

Autumn trees drop everything in order to survive.



tk/ September 2014



R.A.D. Stainforth reads ... love the delivery of that last line ... 





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19 comments:

  1. Douglas FlorianSun Sep 28, 04:38:00 PM

    Lovely lines. The reading added something, darker perhaps.

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  2. HelenSun Sep 28, 05:10:00 PM

    Lovely poem, Tess .. survival, we seldom think about trees shedding leaves in that way. We should.

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  3. AnonymousSun Sep 28, 09:37:00 PM

    I love this. My favorite line being the first, September playing pick up sticks.

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  4. elaine Mon Sep 29, 04:28:00 AM

    Your thoughts expressed perfectly.

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  5. BerowneMon Sep 29, 05:44:00 AM

    Both eloquent and elegant...

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  6. C. SandlinMon Sep 29, 03:13:00 PM

    Evocative, lovely.

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  7. MarchelineMon Sep 29, 07:49:00 PM

    Oh, yes! But moreso.

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  8. Silent Otto Mon Sep 29, 09:47:00 PM

    Dropping tonnes of mulch at their own feet , like any good Delphic Oracle should !

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  9. MargaretMon Sep 29, 11:31:00 PM

    Wrap me in a woolen shawl and hat and I am ready! Just lovely.

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  10. 21 WitsWed Oct 01, 11:04:00 AM

    Oh yes, keep those woolen shawls at bay for now, I shall take summer hanging ripe instead, oh please! Serve it up.

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  11. Susan AndersonWed Oct 01, 02:28:00 PM

    Funny, I was listening to the advice of cicadas last night. Or crickets, anyway…

    =)

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  12. Stacy M.S.Wed Oct 01, 03:29:00 PM

    love the picking up sticks, and the autumn trees dropping everything. magnificent!

    stacy lynn mar
    http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/2014/09/septembers-end.html

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  13. Magaly GuerreroWed Oct 01, 10:01:00 PM

    Living is a circle of bare leaves and sprouting branches... The in-between might feel a bit rough, but the full circle is always needed.

    The last line is amazing.

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  14. TruedessaThu Oct 02, 10:08:00 PM

    Oh, I just smiled at this line as summer says good-bye

    " Summer hangs ripe, ready to get it over with; thumbs a ride"

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  15. AnonymousFri Oct 03, 10:01:00 AM

    Beautiful. I read it as a great play between the sweet of the season change, and the darker side of how it affects you. I've been away a while, but I have always loved how you balance things so well. A little give of this, a take of that...never too much in your crafting, and word choices always spot-on. Thank you for Magpie Tales still being here when I come a-lookin' for it.

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  16. NatašekSun Oct 05, 02:48:00 AM

    beautiful... love that last line!

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  17. humbirdSun Oct 05, 09:47:00 AM

    Ah, the last line - killer! Should we follow? ~ Sorry I'm skipping now...lol

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  18. MarchelineSun Oct 05, 01:45:00 PM

    Back to say I love this painting. And I'd love to be that sweater - to hug his neck!

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  19. ~T~Tue Oct 07, 09:35:00 PM

    Lovely in-betweenness...

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