Good evening and welcome to another Friday Night Poetry Corner (The one and only for this month). I think some of you know that Fall is my favorite time of year. So to showcase my love for this season, here is a beautiful poem from a fantastic poet. Please visit this writer’s page and enjoy more well-written works!
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Shuffling feet brush tawny needles across the path,
scattering their fragile splayed fingers.
2
Sunlight ripples through emptying branches,
forming breezy bridges of shadows.
3
Wind carries songs of harvest, the taste of damp,
and the crushing pressure of lost time.
4
Yellow leaves catch on the clasp of your coat,
crunch under your fingers and pool underfoot.
5
The seasons carry tides for the sea bereft.
The best walk is an autumn trail hand in hand.
I believe I just wrote a Caldralor. Maybe? That was this week’s prompt from the Wea’ve Written Weekly (W3) at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. Sylvia Cognac provided a haunting poem and some guidance on the Cadralor form.
Numbering is apparently an element of a Caldralor. I feel strange mixing numbers with my poetry, the same way I felt when I took algebra and my middle school teacher started tossing x’s and y’s…
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