#040

i roll over-

there’s September in the skies,
first love,
first heartbreak-

i catch gold leaves falling,
with sleepy eyes:
technicolor memories-

then your voice, cider
-warm, somewhere far…

i blow wishes in the autumn mist
roll back, and

the air is wintry again

©Mohana Das

Linked to D’verse Poetics

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20 thoughts on “#040

  1. I really like this. It’s hard for me to say why I like a poem most of the time…but I like it. 🙂 I can say that I like the abruptness of “roll back, and/ the air is wintry again.”

  2. i catch gold leaves falling,
    with sleepy eyes:
    technicolor memories

    It relates the typical impressions brought about by Fall – of falling leaves and lots of colors all around. Nice take Mohana!

    Hank

  3. Captures all the romance of Autumn, and it’s reflective ness….love the line about ‘voice like cider’- such a great description

  4. The roll back to the past looks brighter and warmer than the role forward to a cold now and future–effective symbolism. But your poem leaves with me a sense of hope that the character could get up and find a warmer place.

  5. And isn’t that how quickly a relationship seems to have ended once it is over? As abrupt as rolling over in bed, the sudden gust of a winter chill. And you left wondering what on earth just happened.

    I like, however, that you mention him as being warm cider. In previous winters, I think perhaps he kept you warm. But no longer. This “winter” is especially cold and lonely.

    I love your ending:
    “i blow wishes in the autumn mist
    roll back, and
    the air is wintry again”

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