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 ... 





19 comments:

  1. Lovely lines. The reading added something, darker perhaps.

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

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

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  4. Your thoughts expressed perfectly.

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  5. Both eloquent and elegant...

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

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

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

    =)

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  10. 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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  11. 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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  12. 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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  13. 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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  14. beautiful... love that last line!

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

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

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