Autumn Poem by Tony Jennett

Autumn

Rating: 4.3
 


I scour the cottage for signs of past presence
L ike a famished orphan at the erstwhile site
O f a long-spilled rice-sack, grubbing some essence,
V estige of sustenance. Hope gutters fitfully not quite
E xtinguished. I stroke reverently the seat-belt strap


Y ou wore in my vehicle. Your coffee-cup a Holy Grail.
O n my hearth a ghostly print, hazard-hap
U nder your leaning hand, now cold as winter's hail


A t a stranger's touch but under mine, burning
L ike the coals contained within. The wind,
W histled down by winter's inevitable returning,
A rticulates 'Patricia Ann, Patricia Ann' behind
Y our back in my chimney and your phantom dust
S trikes shafts of sunlight as it ever must.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Simone Inez Harriman 30 November 2005

Awesome Tony. Your very talented. So well done.

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--tres cliche --

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Mary Nagy 04 November 2005

First off, I love that it's an acrostic.......yet it's much more complex than most tend to be. I like that. This is hauntingly beautiful Tony. Sincerely, Mary

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Sallie Howson 11 October 2005

beautiful clever poem.. i love it

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Sara Alspaugh 03 October 2005

I like the line about the coffee cup being a holy grail

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