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Free verse № 1394

autumn gold

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Member since 2002 · Posted 10 May 2002 · 1 comment

Drifting off, Sleep felt like Autumn gold: a final turning; the last movement; the last sigh; the last pain or pleasure preceding a long silence; long awaited, anticipated, earned.

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[4] Tarquin De La Bog 14-Aug-02/5:52 PM Reply
Autumn gold is a lovely image and the first quarter of the poem is blissfully peaceful, but then it seriously declines in quality. 4. This is a waste. I'm upset.