Autumnally Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

Autumnally

Rating: 5.0


Strange and cold by turning yellow
Wet smile it pushes away
At the distance,
Makes difficult breaths,
Malicious measuring by haste
Of faster steps...

Dying with night I hear,
When it comes on time,
by solitude different
On the way, at the last run,
To the wayside chapel,
To kneel...

Under the wooden great mercy
It wants to pray one day,
Return from the nightmare
It draws bad traces,
And at soul leave stamp,
Sentence from the beginning

by a fate, at the early flee
of day and night.
Because is already autumn
set in dark-grey, by bad weather throw
into pale face.It loses on the way
feelings and golden thoughts.

By venom of rot leafs it covers.
Bringing time of leaves
Faster to never ever
Love this same
And with everyday grow dusky
Wrap up to sleep.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dagmara Anna 18 February 2009

.Interesting, great written. Perfect in Polish but also in English it is worthwhile reading. There are marvellous fragments here, it is possible to relish the poetry. Very much I like it.

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