Warren Falcon (04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)
Autumn Haiku - Poem by Warren Falcon
Even from my front porch
the rusted sewing machine
yearns for golden thread.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
This is the approximate make of the rusted sewing machine I have,1906, this top part of the machine is what I have (with cob and spider webs in some of its parts) .Imagine it coroded with rust, eroded edges of metal, all the aparati locked and frozen in place. Only time does not lock or freeze.Men, metal, mountains and more are worn down and out.But time is not wistful. Creatures are.Even old webs in intimate parts remain poised to catch what may pass their way.Mr. Frost, yes, "nothing gold can stay" but a web finds a way to approximate such staying, gray.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 17, 2009
Poem Edited: Friday, May 11, 2018
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