Autumns of My Soul

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lt to what your heart hath shown I wonder if it’s the heart I truly know? For mine a hopeful sadness Those scarred sun blemishes that light the world so And flowers you deem to hath grown in a garden of nectar tones But not for I For I met my demise In mistake-ridden soil pasts riddles I cannot know nor ask Why you leftat last.I speak of a sanguine woeful stasis But I am Dante, stuck in firey places waiting for my Beatrice In my hell f

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orsaken catharsis where I shall crawl to fragmented firmaments And tomorrow’s birthing seeds To ponder such a chase when I, too, shall fall from grace lost in pirouetting autumn breeze orange death and vermillion posies those angelic lights flickering broken wings, aflame, I write and scream, in burning rose chaliced nights One day, I hope for spring to be freeat last.© <a href="undefined">Bradley J Nordell</a> 2020</article></body>

A poem about life’s many changes

For what I have seen and felt to what your heart hath shown I wonder if it’s the heart I truly know? For mine a hopeful sadness Those scarred sun blemishes that light the world so And flowers you deem to hath grown in a garden of nectar tones But not for I For I met my demise In mistake-ridden soil pasts riddles I cannot know nor ask Why you left

at last.

I speak of a sanguine woeful stasis But I am Dante, stuck in firey places waiting for my Beatrice In my hell forsaken catharsis where I shall crawl to fragmented firmaments And tomorrow’s birthing seeds To ponder such a chase when I, too, shall fall from grace lost in pirouetting autumn breeze orange death and vermillion posies those angelic lights flickering broken wings, aflame, I write and scream, in burning rose chaliced nights One day, I hope for spring to be free

at last.