Autumn MAG

August 20, 2011
By ellie315 GOLD, South Pasadena, California
ellie315 GOLD, South Pasadena, California
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Favorite Quote:
"And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything." -- William Shakespeare


Autumn
The words I write.
I wish they were the worms
to the apple, your mind,
eating their way to the core.
The hammers
to your piano
striking particular chords,
Notes that clash like metal
D#/E
E/F

The words, I wish,
if I could wish for words,
would dig and dive through mealy fruit
and be found
as my mother peels the apple,
for grubby hands too small to use the silver knife,
hands with sausage fingers, stained rainbow by
worked-warm, chewed-on crayons
she will gasp
at the words I have written.



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on Oct. 20 2011 at 11:23 am
poetrylyrics BRONZE, Helena, Arkansas
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Favorite Quote:
1)I will be grateful in all circumstances.
2)The measure of a life, after all, is not its duration, but its donation

I like your style of writing.Im new.Can you comment on my first poem?Love to read your critiques.




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