Poems are like memories...


Poems Are Like Memories

Poems are like memories
They get lost one by one,
Like falling autumn leaves
Sometimes seem almost done.
Yellow brown red scent
Into the footsteps going,
What was suggested or meant
When life its pace is slowing.

The music for no instrument
Only the colors bleaching,
In garden's rainy days relent
When to the end itís reaching.
In the flower seeds of tomorrow
That cautiously life prolongs,
A hope of a dream to borrow
With next year's springtime songs.

Poems that now have begun
With shadings falling silence,
Within the autumn shadowed sun
In nearness hue light blench.
A light from a curving rainbow
Coming on with its pearly string,
Afternoons ending glow
Soon to the winter shall sing.




Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
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Written on 2018-04-12 at 10:48

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I really enjoyed reading this poem and how each stanza builds on the metaphor. Beautifully done.
Ashe
2018-04-13


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A wonderful metaphor and I like the style.
2018-04-12