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Midnights Voice

(November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)

Autumned Days of life


They fall gold
bronze,
copper,
and brass

Jeweled like glass
'n emerald,
ambered,
and rubied

The days of my life
fall autumned
sudden,
and fast.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, July 25, 2012

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  • Susan Lacovara (5/6/2014 4:24:00 PM)

    Quite beautiful! Thinking the Autumned days of life will be kind enough to grant us Spring's renewal....PEACE (Report) Reply

  • Thomas Vaughan Jones (2/24/2014 4:51:00 PM)

    Gee Thomas. I wish I'd said that :) We old Thomas' carry the same themes in their head. I enjoyed your take on the season of mellow fruitfulness. (Report) Reply

  • Roseann Shawiak (12/24/2013 1:40:00 AM)

    Love the rhythm and tempo of this poem and the way the leaves just fall into my mind, as I suddenly age in time. (Report) Reply

  • Susan Lacovara (10/13/2013 5:48:00 PM)

    I am captivated by Autumn, always...I loved this refreshing reminder of why! Nicely done. I invite you to read my poetry, as I am new to poemhunter forum. Will explore your work further...I always end correspondence in a positive wish for PEACE, literally and figuratively... (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (8/31/2013 10:03:00 AM)

    Wow..Wonderful write...Days of autumn drift away very fast...autumn days filled in beautiful Jeweled glass...
    Beautifully picturised..Loved reading it. (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (6/27/2013 8:03:00 AM)

    I really love this one Thomas. Just as the leaves
    fall during Autumn so does the days of our lives
    drift away. Just like the many colors so are the many
    changes in our lives. I invite you to read my poem
    Just Imagine. Thanks for sharing this beauty. (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (10/12/2012 2:14:00 AM)

    The manipulation of Grammar is good as the verb inflection -ed has turned the noun into an adjective...autumned days...herein lies the whole expression...this is an autumn painting one can guess n visualize by the shades of autumn colors...the effect is the same as Keats: where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they?
    Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...so falling of the days as autumned....is no tragedy...but ACCEPTANCE! (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (8/15/2012 6:40:00 AM)

    Time flies so fast.....and the vernal green changes to autumn's amber and gold to be blown down finally to the ground by the autumnal blast...... that's the irrevocable law... We have to accept it ! The sad refrain of this poem is so moving.... A great one! (Report) Reply

  • Mark Dillon (7/25/2012 12:02:00 PM)

    lovely picture, sad refrain, too bad you can't see the richness in the colours and the gold within. (Report) Reply

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