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Captured

I was captured
between the whisper
of seasons
lost in autumn bliss
the pull of school campuses
taste on the tongue, a tinge of cool relief,
but then the melancholy
of slipping
as all the seasons
of the past
have eased in
and become fragments.
Between the lacy crispness
of leaves
the bounty of a full moon
heralding the call
of witching
the lost art of thankfulness
down a road that
is still winding,
a plan unraveling
seeking fire breath
and the origin of Stonehenge
captured within it all
beneath orange sky
for a moment,
the mystical and the mundane.
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35 Comments

  1. This time of between seasons presents challenges of its own, huh? Summer’s not really over yet (especially for the south-most states!), but Fall feels a ways off, too (even up here). Better not complain — the cold will arrive soon enough! Your poem is a lovely way of looking at it all!

  2. Somewhere between bliss and melancholy, between the mystical and the mundane, lies autumn. Love it! 🙂 I, too, think we need to revive the lost art of thankfulness. That photo blew me away, the collision of elements in the sky, the moon. WOW!

    • Thank you, Joan. I think the students I work with might have inspired the thankfulness line, ha ha. The photo is super cool, it’s all Pixabay. My daughter visited there this summer, but her photos weren’t quite that cool 🙂

  3. i enjoyed the movement of the poem as expected sequences fall apart. as a reader i felt as if i were being taken along on a journey of surprises. but, for me, the last two lines seem to tell me what i should be thinking or feeling. perhaps the poem would end more strongly with “beneath orange sky”? (By the way, if my comment seems out of line, please remove it. you seem like such an assured and accomplished writer that i hope you will not be offended. i know that i wish i got more critical comments on my postings because they can be helpful.)

    • Michael, thank you so much, I do love to get critical feedback, and I feel that you are also a well accomplished writer. I will re-read the poem and consider the orange sky as the ending. Thanks again, and I hope you have a wonderful week!

  4. Lana, you write with such a light tender touch tinged with the mystical. Absolutely love this piece – ‘lacy crispness of leaves’ – sheer beauty in these words, catching their fragility but also encompassing the onomatopoeic.

    • Thank you, Annika. Fall Is a special time of year here and really only lasts about a month….it’s fleeting and maybe a bit mystical. Thanks for reading. …

  5. Bonjour , je découvre ton site pour la première fois. Merci pour cette belle poésie bien illustrée.

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