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The phantom of Fall

The phantom of Fall

A Poem by Moon's fairest daughter

All seasons are good enough for birth, 
Autumn-the best for dying... 
The memories of Summer are now buried, 
under the graves of our lies. 

 In my veins,
     flow the sweet scents of apple peels,
        reddened landscapes, 
           and the drone of humming bees. 

Shall we call the pods dried up? 
~like black pearls on a sea bed~
Grapevines-- their ghosts still hang from overhead.

 Merry Autumn time!
 
          ~Spurn thou not our little gardens,
      Take walks with us, near the fountain.
  And the magic shall reveal itself onto you...~


All metaphors forgotten, 
The dead things stay dead, 
and the living end up dying. 
Oh why, oh why
Nature hath not enough salves,
nor pills, nor herbs for all of us.

Its waters flow from Origin to Grave, 
saddened by their own immortality.
Its constellations are fiery butterflies 
that fizzle and flutter.

Someplace, Somewhere
Like a Leaf in a gutter,
I matured from childhood to decay. 
Your touch hath purified my soul by now,
I am free again to sin away. 

The Divine knocks on my door 
are left unanswered. 
The mighty paradise forgotten, 
somewhere too deep. 
My appointments with God have been cancelled
My soul decides to lie down here, and sleep.

© 2017 Moon's fairest daughter



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i read this on a whim
i found it filled with pleasant imagery and left me in a mystical daze
it riddled as a music box unearthed under mossy deadwood

thank you


Its waters flow from Origin to Grave,
saddened by their own immortality.
Its constellations are fiery butterflies
that fizzle and flutter.
brilliant

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moon's fairest daughter

6 Months Ago

Thank you for this amazing review! Muchly appreciated! Especially love the music box comparison!



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The title drew me in, but once I started to read I couldn't stop! I loved this and I can very honestly say that. It was a joy to read. I loved the imagery you used and how well each sentence and verse flowed so beautifully. Just from this poem I know that I am going to enjoy reading more of your works!

Posted 7 Months Ago


Honest emotions splashed on the page here. The soul is dark when the weather turns icy. I am convinced of it. Well expressed. Lydi**

Posted 7 Months Ago


i read this on a whim
i found it filled with pleasant imagery and left me in a mystical daze
it riddled as a music box unearthed under mossy deadwood

thank you


Its waters flow from Origin to Grave,
saddened by their own immortality.
Its constellations are fiery butterflies
that fizzle and flutter.
brilliant

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moon's fairest daughter

6 Months Ago

Thank you for this amazing review! Muchly appreciated! Especially love the music box comparison!
If I must die let me not perish like a worm who lives his life beneath the ground eating dirt only to die unnoticed and return to the earth which nourished him. But if I must die, let me die like the maple leaves of autumn; bursting in glorious flames above the earth and drifting in beauty to the joy of children and passers by. At least I will have made the world a little brighter, once.

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moon's fairest daughter

8 Months Ago

Wow...that sounds so exquisite! Even in a poem so morose and depressing, you've found a beautiful vi.. read more
this has a sort of "pre-death" theme, in that your talking about death and decay when the real death is winter. I don't know just what I thought

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moon's fairest daughter

9 Months Ago

Thank you so much, Jack! And i reckon you are right in your thoughts...perhaps the soul is only rest.. read more
I feel a darkness of the soul here in your sweetly melancholic poem. Yes, autumn brings the fall, and we all must have our eventual autumn. But I don't think it is 'paradise forgotten'. Don't we die, so others may live, and Life goes on?

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moon's fairest daughter

9 Months Ago

Yes, truly...fall is but for the new leaves and buds to grow when the spring comes along! Thank you .. read more
Great Aunt Astri

9 Months Ago

Thank you!
Autumn is the best season of the year. Anyone who disagrees I will direct them to this poem.this is extraordinary. One of the best poems I've read in the cafe.masterfully written

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moon's fairest daughter

9 Months Ago

Thank you so much, KC! It am overjoyed that you liked this poem! And yes, autumn is beautiful in its.. read more
i just read "I Am..." by emmajoy and the flavor of that is also dark as this one is...what is in the air i must wonder that poets together express this same depression ... arrrrrrrrrrgh! ;) such dire straights when we pray and pray and pray to seemingly no avail :((( i use to love fall ;)))) supper emotive write ...nitty gritty human fall .. whew
E.

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moon's fairest daughter

9 Months Ago

Thank you so much, E.... i dunno...most of the beautiful things are depressing...so..🙄
Einstein Noodle

9 Months Ago

:{ .........................
The seasons of life to death.
Love your portrayal of the journey.

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moon's fairest daughter

9 Months Ago

Thank you so much, Paul Bell!
I'm here on the other side of the ocean swimming to your dream of a poem. Wonderous!

Regards,
Al

Posted 10 Months Ago



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