My October MAG

By Rachel F., Buffalo Grove, IL

     Sunset’s breath appears,
Accompanying stars that polka-dot a somber sky,
Like the dress I wore this morning.
It drapes my legs,
Sliding over my knees when I sit.
Leaves dance to meet dirt,
drifting clumsily down,
crackling beneath my toes,
sleeping there until they disintegrate.
Only more falls will come.
Old becomes dead becomes new,
cycles of clothing.
Fire to numbness to thaw.
Swinging at a playground October.
Wind blushes my cheek.
Things seem to creak more now.
Doors, swings, bones, branches,
snapping the twig when a crisp breeze

makes itself known,
through crisping leaves and sore branches.
Cringing in their movement.
Mom’s old sweatshirt,
cradling me from the crisp night,
as the words leave their mark in the air.

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i love this so much!

on Jun. 20 2012 at 5:55 pm
the_Horsegirl SILVER, Minneapolis, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
People need dreams, there's as much nourishment in 'em as food.
--Dorothy Gilman

If there is such a thing as truth, it is as intricate and hidden as a crown of feathers.
--Isaac Bashevis Singer

Great details and imagery! The last two lines were really really beautiful.

on Apr. 20 2010 at 8:10 pm
liz131426 BRONZE, Media, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
" So do all that see such times. But that is not for them to decide, all we have to do, is to decide to do with the time that is given to us."

This is really good with all the imagery. It really gives a great perspective, and makes you think about your own experiences. I like this.


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