Metakinesthesia
Poem for the Autumnal Equinox
Whirlwind
The dead dance
Concentrical
A child like
Cadence
Spinning
Brown yellow
Merry-go-round
Dizzy they
Fall Down.
(2) Battlefield
Air raid
The troops stand
Holding their ground
Fighting back
Both green
And grey
Limbs broken
Casualties felled
Protecting
Our home
(3) Sing the Rushes
Windows
Whispers shake
Howling spirits
Whistle by
The door
Roaring
Rustling
Thundering voice
Orchestral
Then calm
(4) Embers Bed
Fairies
Fume in curls
From smoldering
Redolent
Damp mounds
Musty
Smoke coated
Aromatic mist
Stirs the nose
And leaves
(5) Buried
Winding
Natures clock
Watching life turn
In one breath
Changing
Filing
Storing these
Months of labor
To the minds
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Published by J L Carey Jr
J L Carey Jr, Author of the book Turning Pages, is a writer and an artist living in Michigan with his wife and three children. He holds an MFA in Creative Writing from National University and a BA in Englis... View profile
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11 Comments
Post a CommentSmoke coated aromatic mist -- fuel for the senses! Excellent autumn collection of verse, JL
Buried just rocks because it is our memories that tend to shape us into the beings we are. Stored and filed always available whether a material possession exist or not. I remember much and nostalgia is a comfort zone I often find myself within.
Buried just rocks because it is our memories that tend to shape us into the beings we are. Stored and filed always available whether a material possession exist or not. I remember much and nostalgia is a comfort zone I often find myself within.
Beautifully written!
Exquisite!
cool x 5! i like this! I wanted to do the Autumnal Equinox call; I saw it on the list and it said it had six days so I said "cool I'll write that tomarrow" But when I looked the next day it was gone?? Anyway great piece.
I love the rhythm of these!
Great poems and imagery captured in simplicity as well. The first one's my favorite. Good job!
Nice poems
very good! fantastic use of imagery, you are a genius!