Let us play with words
10 minutes Poetry
A group of fellow writers decided to get together for a small session of productive creative poetry. Using the word “Fall” in different contexts to attempt some quirky metaphors. Here is the result…
FALL is the Word…
The Season
Yellow bliss weaves Through Reds and browns leaves While Summer grieves The loss of greens We shall not be deceived By the naked sleeves Of bare trees About freeze Just another turn In the wheel of life From Black to white All shades of Light We’ll come back Again, the world is bright Warm colors Call Greens become small It is all about Fall Dear Folks No leaves No sun Just the cold Whispering breeze In Nights made short By the hand of God.
To Fall
And it fell Slowly Daunting reality Without escape The shell of lies Forsaken gilt Of iron clad in golden chips Regrets or guilt? Not even a bit As Memory splits Over the ash quilt Trust tilt And love wilts
Falling in Love
Fall in love More than once With the You left behind The You searching, for a new start Fall in love With image that look backs And finds just flaws And hangs to the last straws Fall in love With everything that might have been Or is about to take the leap Fall in love Fall in love With everything As the heart plucks strings And the soul sings Love is the thing The bell that life rings
Fall Photo by David Bartus from Pexels
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