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In Autumn's Crimson

dawning dingy attire unfashionable skies rise across the horizon on the peaks of this mountain the hazy mist eerily rises beneath its dimness hues of mocked sunrise in autumn's fashion poking though my thoughts twirling with the leaves my mind weighted with storm's breath i hear the echo of footsteps in the crunch of leaves behind my back over my shoulder i see nothingness through this smoky fog but i feel your breath falling fast in horripilation against flesh i hear the snap of mind loaded triggers pulled back unsteadily taking aim i hear your voice carrying over rocks as the edges of the creek race towards me the utterance of words rumbling back in angered spurts the thunder of my heart racing against time my life hanging in the shadows that stalk thoughts lifting again with fog but never diminishing from memory i still feel you over my shoulder always looking back through the edges of mind i still taste my blood on love's lips as autumn drips drops of crimson on the ground

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Brenda Chiri

Date: 1/26/2020 4:54:00 AM

Sandy congrats on a great top win!;)

Sandra Adams
Date: 1/26/2020 6:00:00 AM

Thank you so mush Brenda :)

Ann Foster

Date: 10/31/2019 11:14:00 PM

rumbling back... yes... imagery... excellent. Ann

Sandra Adams
Date: 11/1/2019 4:59:00 AM

Thank you so much Ann :) hugs

Hello There

Date: 10/28/2019 12:57:00 PM

To easy to get pulled into this one, but I won't want to go there... Eerie and a bit frightening. Sorry if you have been there... hugs.

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/28/2019 1:16:00 PM

I have been there. Only fragments of what I endure come out. I don’t think anyone could handle the pain inside me if I were to ever share it in a poem. Thank you my friend. Hugs

John Hamilton

Date: 10/28/2019 10:07:00 AM

Has a gruesome feel to it, love the word horripilation, no way this can make you feel good, only sadness prevails, indicators of a tragic past, however well written! Plathlike but better!

John Hamilton
Date: 10/29/2019 3:47:00 PM

It pains my heart to hear of your suffering, glad poetry keeps releasing slowly, the pain.

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/28/2019 10:11:00 AM

when you have been prey for years and staring a barrel down but somehow lived to tell about it, then stalked, to the point you always looked over your shoulders, those memories would haunt sometimes...i probably knew much more pain than Sylvia... thank you John....fog is eerie to me...one never knows what's lurking in the shadows...

Chris Green

Date: 10/28/2019 7:12:00 AM

A dark and lingering tale of fear and those sounds we hear when we are all alone. The thoughts that flow through our minds as imagination takes over and grips us as a branch falls or leaves rustle in the wind. This was amazing my friend. Your talent shine brightly in this frightening piece.

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/28/2019 9:41:00 AM

thank you so much my friend...when you have been the prey every noise can get to you...there's a whole story to be told, i just never tell it...just show fragments... hugs :)

Vijay Pandit

Date: 10/28/2019 5:33:00 AM

A ride in drips, drops of crimson..yet intensely reminiscing in what was..an excellent journey in your amazing verses, Sandy.

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/28/2019 9:37:00 AM

Thank you so very much Vijay, the day was eerily inspiring... hugs :)

Brenda Chiri

Date: 10/28/2019 4:43:00 AM

Wow amazing sandy amazing g write!;)

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/28/2019 9:37:00 AM

Thank you very much Brenda... hugs :)

Mahtab Bangalee

Date: 10/28/2019 2:11:00 AM

i still feel you over my shoulder always looking back through the edges of mind.../// beautiful expression

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/28/2019 9:36:00 AM

Thank you so much Mahtab :) hugs

Gershon Wolf

Date: 10/27/2019 10:47:00 PM

Fascinating how you pull me, your reader, into this shadowy web of bloody, crimson drip-drops. In fact, at the outset of the poem, I told myself NOT to identify with the 'i' of the poem, but I found myself as if drawn by a magnet. Some kind of magic wand you're waving there, S.A! :-) gw

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/28/2019 9:36:00 AM

Thank you my friend....sorry if i allured into depths you didn't want to travel, but feel good that it has kind of power... hugs :)

Regina Mcintosh

Date: 10/27/2019 10:04:00 PM

This is intriguing and thought provoking. I love the mystery of your words and the lovely write... it's a wonder as you are. God bless you sweet lady, Gina

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/28/2019 9:33:00 AM

Thank you so very much Gina... hugs and blessings :)

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 10/27/2019 9:15:00 PM

A poem of enchanted moments Sandra. Very lovely! : ) xxoo

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/28/2019 9:33:00 AM

Thank you so much my friend :) XoXo