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Echos of Autumn Passing
Rows of dried corn stalks bend
with the wind that thirsts for rain
that will only come when it has died
and the ears of corn cease to rattle.
And the thunder's distant laugh
will chase after the snakes
heading for their mounds on
higher ground, their husks abandoned.
Flash floods may yet pass them by.
with the wind that thirsts for rain
that will only come when it has died
and the ears of corn cease to rattle.
And the thunder's distant laugh
will chase after the snakes
heading for their mounds on
higher ground, their husks abandoned.
Flash floods may yet pass them by.
Published 16th Nov 2015
| Edited 11th Jun 2018
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Anonymous
16th Nov 2015 3:33pm
Bleak. Beautiful. Starkly hopeful staring into distant skies
16th Nov 2015 8:25pm
Thank you so very much, dear friend. The single word choices that explain your reading of my piece are concise and spot on with everything I wanted to give the reader. <3
1st Dec 2015 7:19pm
I love the vivid elemnts of Echoes of Autumn Passing ... corn stakes, wind, thunder and snakes.
Impressive write, Jade.
Impressive write, Jade.
2nd Dec 2015 00:15am
Why thank you so much, dear Miss Chi. <3
And have you ever heard dried corn husks rattling in the gusts of such winds? Eerie and mystical.
And have you ever heard dried corn husks rattling in the gusts of such winds? Eerie and mystical.
22nd Dec 2015 3:13pm
I'm speechless. The imagery you have evoked is intricate, yet your stanzas succinct. I have never heard this sound you describe-- but now I desperately want to.
Thank you for sharing such a hauntingly beautiful poem.
Thank you for sharing such a hauntingly beautiful poem.
5th Nov 2018 2:06am
I like the idea of thunder laughing and it makes me want to hear or say clapping or clap as well. great write,
i'd like to see punctuation.
it makes me think of native American folklore and farmers fucked that their crops dried up. well penned piece on rain and autumn Jade Pandora.
i'd like to see punctuation.
it makes me think of native American folklore and farmers fucked that their crops dried up. well penned piece on rain and autumn Jade Pandora.
Why thank you so much, my friend. And I have the indigenous in me so quite a bit of my ink is imbued with such folklore (I’m glad you picked up on that). And...
there’s one comma & three periods, that’s all the punctuation it needed.
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there’s one comma & three periods, that’s all the punctuation it needed.
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