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Group Writing: Autumn’s Rainbow
There was no rain. There was no wind.
A sunny day’s bright, piercing sky,
And colors that refuse to blend
In trees that wear each hue and dye.
The sky scalded with skeins of crimson:
Sweet sugar maples sing of red,
The green of leaves long left behind.
And excreted over all: the oil of blood.
Orange
On an old oak:
Overhead omphalos
Outlining ore
Auric.
The yellow sun will kiss the yellow leaves
Bequeathing shining smiles forever more.
As eyes assaulted by the bright are worn
Like glass within the sea, once shattered, formed
By waves and tried to pebbles’ rounded core.
The yellow sun will kiss the yellow leaves.
Needles green
In Autumn, yet in
Winter still.
Cold autumn sky with naught to keep the heat at home
An azure blue more true than any eye that roams.
A puff of cloud will merely make the blue more gay
Relieving eyes of sapphire skies steal breath away.
An sunset come, as sunset must,
Our eyes are drawn at God’s behest
Horizon west where our eyes rest
Sapphire fades to violet.
What fun! You are such a master of poetry. (I assume you composed these beauties.) Here’s my offering/haiku:
The autumn light dims
Nestling into sleepiness
Colors rest, and sigh
Yes. Thank you.
Ditto! And here once again for your reading enjoyment is my Dog Haiku, which may or may not have the technical syllable arrangement:
Today I sniffed
Many dog butts. I celebrate
By kissing your face.
Funniest Haiku ever. Wait, I don’t remember any other funny Haiku. But I’m sure that if there were a thousand, yours would be the funniest.
How does it scan in the original Labrador?
Impressive poem, Arahant. Also the hardest lines (the ones I’ve quoted above) I’ve come across in quite a while.
Thank you. As you probably noticed, the third line is key to the poem with the colors refusing to blend and creating their own poems in different metrical systems, meters, forms, etc.
It’s pretty ruff.
You can’t see me right now but I am facepalming. And that brings me to our next Dog Haiku! I know, right?
I sound the alarm!
Paper boy! Come to
Kill us all! Look! Look!
Look! Look!
I’m here all week.
I rather suspected we’d see a poetic transition from August to September. Perhaps someone will answer with a photo essay, or seasonal music. Or maybe answer this poem with haiku for the end of summer or beginning of autumn?
Later in the month, any Oktoberfest reports?
This conversation is part of our Group Writing Series under the September 2019 Group Writing Theme: “Autumn Colors.” There are plenty of dates available. Our schedule and sign-up sheet awaits.
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