Fall
leaves fly
past
the bus
moving through
traffic.
A
child's face
pressed against
the window looks
out at folks -
standing
at
bus stops,
walking on
the streets -
all
blurred with
leaves.
very nice atmosphere...season changing....time passing....
slim; compact; deliberate; speedy - and it goes away, like the falling leaves of fall, a blur - bot only temporary, temporarily. Much enjoyed this, Lillian,10, not a blur; a real ten, more than 9.999 - a real 10 mark
A fine example of this form. You have really made it your own. This is a beautifully poignant word picture.
Lillian, I came here to revisit some of your poems...this Waltz Wave is a fine one.
I also wante to fly like these leaves. U moved my mind with ur poem... nice, excellent, fantastic but so simple imagination....
This wonderful poem waltzes along at a breathtaking pace, drawing the reader into the swirl of of autumn leaves as the bus rolls along. You certainly know how to use this strict syllable count to optimum effect. S :)
Simply captivating Lillian. I is like a long haiku that leaves one with a breathlessness of capturing something so beautiful that others pass by without ever knowing what they have missed out seeing. 10 love Karin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, this brief, concise little poem really brings the feeling of Fall alive. Nice!