Introspection October Poems

A shared nature scheme—
Tree and sky color madness
On phantasm cheeks—
Still leaves fall in silk whispers
Grasp for the sun's set on me....

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Our breath is paled by the October moon—
I'm miming prints with her glance on glass;
But by window magic, don't we all swoon
To this season's world...

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IN MY LIFE SONG

October, my birthday month began
with one of John Lennon’s personal
song, In My Life in my head making
me think my luck of having...

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A swathed October,
With freckled bundle of leaves
In a child's fingers—
How warmth is supposed to be,
The ground for a bassinet....

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Scattered images flicker,
   as an evening passes:                ...

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The falling rain
Of late October
Fills me with essential dread

As I rush about
And end up here
Wherever here is


The rain outside
Seems like the tears of god


As I...

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The
cool morn
makes him wish
for more sleep. Still,
he goes and takes in
nature’s treat: misty lake,
stony peaks, the colored trees,
autumn sounds and sights… poetry.
Humbled, he psyches himself...

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Just twenty days. The mystical
Libra will turn rosette boughs into
fading auburn… nights combing
the breeze colder and quite somber ,
as if women on bare hilltops await
the...

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If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the...

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I

wet cat impaled on telegraph poles
serrated ashbrown fur
tinged with flinting silver
a mirror blue
cut by guitar strings on a shining plate
bathed in molten evening shine

jet streaks...

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Oh, to mourn the death of a season
Causing dread for the prediction of nature
Trampling through leaves plummeted from glory
Overt manipulations of human emotions
Barters the time...

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And they don't believe me

But I hope you will because baby I'm falling under

And no one understands the truth about me.

I tried today and I'll...

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It’s mid-October, and the cool morning air
refreshes and replenishes the players as they march
across a muddy lacrosse field, the low sun
that manages to peek through...

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I dream of a month
simply to remember an era
a moment perhaps
tearful goodbyes 
pleasant beginnings
I challenge myself to remain nonchalant
A close memory lingers
as the tenth draws...

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there is an intense 
ageless quality to an 
autumnal day in October 
that embraces the past, and all 
its wistful tenderness 
the present and its...

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