Mounds of Autumn

by N J Thornton   Mar 11, 2007


Her sunny toes clicked
as she curled them.
And her legs hung
like an idiot's pencil,
tracing her ill-pronounced
vowels.

See, her titter didn't rust with
the seasons.
Keen eyes played melodies for
her "ever green" smile.
And I envy her.

Her pouted innocence
makes splinters of my teeth,
as my mind whirls around
my printed memory
with regret.

If my limbs were to waver
in such a manner,
my shadow would knot a
noose around my feet,
and watch me tumble.

The shifting moments
have blunted our fresh notions,
and now the mounds of autumn
are irreversible.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Fredy

    Good poem overall, it's nice.:>

  • 17 years ago

    by CHOKE

    This poem was great love. your choice of words was amazing. 5/5.

  • 17 years ago

    by Simple Sensation

    Hey Silver J, first of lal i just wanted to thank you for your comment. I love your comments and your poems so you know.. i like the fact you reply to my thread asking for honest feedback. Anyways that said i thought this poem had a good flow, and good vocabulary usage. I liked your description - it created a clear image inside the readers head. Good usage on enjambment, it made the pace speed up. Overall a great poem! Keep writng! xx

  • 17 years ago

    by emad

    Good one silver it's silver
    and need some motion(pictures) and it will be gold good job dear

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