For now, I will stay alive.

by Poet on the Piano   Oct 22, 2019


October presses me against his chest -
I feel all the sadness he summons
as my lungs breathe the oppressive
air of a hundred different lives;
he mourns with me.
The leaves touch exposed skin.
I shudder at the thought of
hanging limbs on the
skeleton tree.

He is every gust of shame,
of darkness, of hauntings.
I reflect on how often I've wanted
to sink into the earth,
like a sacrifice, to dust I shall return.
But his lips move my bones;
nothing has ended.

Just as his face will harden
and turn ashen with winter's approach,
he will someday return
with dahlias in his hand,
the warmth of a sun I thought
would die when all the good
in the world faded away.

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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Star

    Oh my how did I miss this!!! For me personally, this has more than personification of Autumn. I feel there is some. yearning for love and warmth. For me personally, it felt like you are tired of feeling a certain way, and you're ready for that to change.
    Congratulation, you deserve this win :)

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Milly Hayward

    A beautiful tapestry of Autumn a real pleasure to read. Milly x

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Ben Pickard

    This is excellent, MA. The extended personification of Autumn is a pleasure to read.

    All the very best as ever,

    Ben

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Abstract Poet

    I loved this poem it was beautiful.

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