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As Autumn's Beauty Rests In Dying of Its Leaves

As Autumn's Beauty Rests In Dying Of Its Leaves ( Vae cuius obturatus est signatum manu sua. ) ( Cuius spiritus in eis audita populi et ceterorum domantur socordiamque effusos) ( Cujus animam servare non curat.) Years have waxed, waned and far flung since Newborn dawn's glory, famishing desires Sunset reds, night-dreams represent suspense Hot-searing flames of old, romantic fires. I dare not, such treasure, offerings grieve As Autumn's beauty rests in dying leaves! Life held mesmerizing, promising scenes Mysteries youth thought impossible to solve Such as why of colors in peacock's preen Necessity of man's need to evolve. I dare not, such treasure, offerings grieve As Autumn's beauty rests in dying leaves! In this gasping realm, with its dying race We enter as loud wailing infant child Earth without mortals would seem out of place And Life dull, without our youth being wild. I dare not, such treasure, offerings grieve As Autumn's beauty rests in dying leaves! Go we along paths oft Fate delivers With its blessings, love-bursts dancing in Amongst darkness, and soul racking shivers Lie vagaries, pitfalls of mortal men. I dare not, such treasure, offerings grieve As Autumn's beauty rests in dying leaves! Robert J. Lindley, 8-11-2019 Rhyme, ( Lest We Forget, Life Holds Many Treasures We Are Blind To ) New Revised Note: Woe unto man whose eyes are sealed by that of his own hand Whose spirit is tamed by apathy and indifference And whose soul he takes no care to preserve. Old note: Date, 3-21-1977 As this world spins, its heartless cruelty astounds Yet in my life, I can create no strong shield To defeat its darkness and cast away its savagery that so truly confounds. New Note: Explanation... Date, 8-11-2019 This was written many decades ago. As I've now done a major editing/rewrite- it is basically a new poem, thus I give this new poem as dated being created today. Leaving the old note intact.. Best I can do today to write is to edit old poems.. Sorry... and maybe even the old one was ok...

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Date: 8/14/2019 7:10:00 AM
Oh, this is a real treasure. The poet saw it in the twilight and extended it to a reader in his hands. Not to a reader, the Reader, who inhabited the Earth by poets, so that they could see beauty in everything: dawn, noon, dusk and night, life and death. I faved this treasure.
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Date: 8/11/2019 11:28:00 AM
So beautiful and touching our emotions.
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Date: 8/11/2019 11:27:00 AM
your edit has produced an absolute treasure Robert, I too love the impact of the repeated lines and can't agree more with Lady Labyrinth you should have your work published so many more can enjoy your work!:-) hugs Jan xx
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Date: 8/11/2019 10:25:00 AM
Robert, you are a master writer. A portfolio of your work should be published into book form. I love the Latin prelude...re-edited or not, your work is high calibre.
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Date: 8/11/2019 10:00:00 AM
this is beautiful, and its the kind of poem I really relate to after experiencing so many things, good and bad, in my own life. HOpefully I am still in my "early" autumn at least! I loved the repitition of the key lines. It seemed almost villanelle-like!
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