i will pretend to be like autumn
falling gently to ground, but you know this:
unshaded, wild chrystanthemums
bloom in our arms like
a reluctant leaf clinging to bough,
sticky guava jam on crusty bread,
sweet as rice cakes, steamed in banana leaves
i will pretend to be like autumn
pink-eyed in the pumpkin patch, trying hard
not to remember the love notes
your scribbled on my neck and
back in slow circles, dripping ink,
carving memories of heated afternoons
i will pretend to be like autumn
ripe apple cider, plump as blackberries
until my journal is full of leaves, drenched in the rain,
remembering your eyes
blazing like summer sun,
your skin, tangy as sliced yellow-green mangoes
i will pretend to be like autumn
mellowed orange, nibbling the edge of us slowly,
but always a foot wedged on closing door
we're not finished, not yet
Posted for: D'verse Poets Pub: Autumn chill is in the air - Thanks for the prompt Mary ~
Photo credit: Photo by Oleg Kosirev
Heaven, when I read about pretending to be like autumn, I thought one could not have pretended to be a richer season.
ReplyDelete"your skin, tangy as sliced yellow-green mangoes" - beautiful image
and I like not being finished yet...the idea of autumn lingering for a long, long time! (and I hope it does)
hmmm nice..you touch all the senses in this...love the ripe apple cider, blackberries..the journal full of leaves...full of warmth and sensuality..
ReplyDeleteOoh, so sensual..I love "we're not finished, not yet" ~ a beautiful & rich poem :)
ReplyDeletenice...delicious actually...some really great intimate touches in this....the love notes on the neck...the nibbling the edge of us...the cider and blackberries....mmm....love that....
ReplyDeletewow..so many tastes, colors, flavors, images in this..much enjoyed your autumn-inspired piece~~
ReplyDeleteThis is wildly creative. I love it. We're both thinking about sticky-goodness today :)
ReplyDeleteVery sensual..the warmth and richness of love shines through in all kinds of textures of taste and flavours in this. It makes me almost (almost) look forward to autumn, well, we like early autumn, just not the end as we go into winter.
ReplyDeleteLovely imagery all through this.
So sensuous, love the all the colors, tastes, smells throughout.
ReplyDeletethe opening and the closing stanzas were true pearls, Heaven!
ReplyDeleteThe autumn season might just commit treason haha as some of those touches might be illegal but oh so fun.
ReplyDeleteHa - very charming and sensual (of course!) Love the foot in the door! (Hope no one's just outside.) k.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully rich, delicious, and sensuous. All the colors, fragrances, and flavors a true delight for the senses. Gorgeous write.
ReplyDeleteNice
ReplyDelete"we're not finished, not yet" - that line. That's the one. After such sensual and sensory images. It brings up short like a hitching breath. Gorgeous.
ReplyDeletePerfection. Pretend away. It works.
ReplyDeleteSensuously beautiful! Love the flavors of love and the intimate touches blending goodness of the senses. Beautiful write Heaven!
ReplyDeleteHank
Wow, I want Autumn to come now more than ever!
ReplyDeleteWhy am I suddenly hungry?? I love the metaphorical genius of this! Nice!
ReplyDeleteCall not the cold before the warmth fades the kiss...sensual!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. For reading again and again to experience all the vivid and sensual images found there.
ReplyDeleteOooo...I like having my edges nibbled!
ReplyDeleteNot only autumn chill that is in the air ..
ReplyDeleteWho'd have known.
So well crafted.
Great ending...love all the sweet references to fruit and food- mouth watering & symbolic (the food of love maybe?)- but then I thought about the season and the end of many crops & harvests....and this seemed to tie in with the ending- almost like 'we still have some summer fruit left to eat' or 'we still have love to give'....am I making any sense? Probably not!!!....but that's what I got from this super sensual Autumn poem
ReplyDeleteI always enjoy your point of view Stu ~ Thanks for the visit and lovely compliments ~
DeleteI never did like autumn ... but your poem makes me rethink ... your poems are so beautiful ... Thank you. Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteYou got me with the sweet as rice cakes steamed in banana leaves, a tasty treat as is your poem
ReplyDeletewah!
ReplyDeleteYour poetry has started taking on ever greater depth. The love story entwined with nature, bounty, and food is very effective here. Ripe, and ready for harvest!
ReplyDeleteA time to harvest the riches of the year's poetry...
ReplyDeleteI love this, like I love autumn.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, this is FANTASTIC writing. I so love this poem! Beautiful, evocative, and the ending is simply wonderful.I loved every glorious word
ReplyDeleteYou write such beautiful poems full of unique images that take me places I couldn't go otherwise, and this one is no exception. Your creativity is moving and stimulating. As usual, well done!
ReplyDeleteOh, my. Beautiful writing, "we're not finished yet." Indeed. I love that you kept the imagery of ripened fruit throughout. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteMy, a tribute to autumn's fruit with delicious images..
ReplyDeleteWell, autumn has always been my season and now you've encouraged me to be like it - the last line was wot done it! Let's give it a go!
ReplyDeletePink eyed in the pumpkin patch is great.
ReplyDeleteAnd i love the attitude of the last line.
Good good stuff, grace
Rick
Beautiful picture you paint with your words. Vivid!
ReplyDeleteAwesome images, love the use of tropical fruits to lend that hint of warmth and spicyness.
ReplyDeletelove the un - ending. :)
ReplyDeletethis is why i come here.
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love the open-ended ending.
ReplyDeletepretending to be autumn, wow,
ReplyDeleteexcellent metaphors and poetry.
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I've read lots of Autumn-themed poems this week, and this is by far my favorite. Full of color and flavor, your poem conjured visions of feasting and frolicking. Enticingly attractive.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem! This one is my favorite. I love it. Keep it up!
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