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A Sudden Vision

I recall it was October                                                                                                                     For the season had turned over                                                                                                      And the golden leaves of autumn were yet clinging to the vine                                                   When I took my leave and pardon                                                                                                 As I stepped out in the gardon                                                                                                        And beheld a sudden vision quite sublime                                                                                         All about me was a glimmer                                                                                                                 As the atmosphere did shimmer                                                                                                      Then a golden dream of knowing filled my mind                                                                              It was a knowing without knowing                                                                                                 As the visions started flowing                                                                                                       And the starwheel took me spining out of time

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Rockman Pritts

April 24, 2013 at 1:04 AM

Ok Michael. Umm... I liked this poem but I struggled with the presentation. The way that it was broken up and scattered about was rather distracting. It took me several reads to bring it together and get the true feel of the poem. When I did I found that it was quite a good read. But when I find a poem that I have to work at, I just usually move on. I'm glad that I didn't do that this time. "The golden leaves of Autumn were yet clinging to the vine" was an excellent line. Thanks for sharing.