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An Etheree on September
How
I want
to wander
late September
streets for countless hours
to hear the wind blow leaves
in circling whirls that whisper
to each other in the speech of
ghosts the hidden secrets of the way
the languished Autumn earth begins to die.
I want
to wander
late September
streets for countless hours
to hear the wind blow leaves
in circling whirls that whisper
to each other in the speech of
ghosts the hidden secrets of the way
the languished Autumn earth begins to die.
Published 26th Sep 2022
Author's Note
I challenge those here who claim that they are masters of poetry to break away from the strictures in which they typically write and show readers here that they have the talent to construct something intelligible in a form that they've never tried before --a form known as the etheree which will put their claim about being a mater of poetry to the test.
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2nd Oct 2022 10:51pm
Interesting! I wrote a butterfly nonet (similar) about teenagers and mobile phones recently!
12th Oct 2022 6:21pm
This is a fine poem and I am perplexed that it hasn’t received more attention. All hangs together supportively with nary a wasted word. Kudos.
12th Oct 2022 7:33pm
Thank you! My experience is that one has to say that one's submissions are about sex or lust to receive views, let alone comments that move beyond "I like it"..
21st Oct 2022 5:20am
I wrote a poem about that very topic: “reads likes comments.” Would appreciate your take on it. And Ty for replying to my comment on your very fine poem.
21st Oct 2022 2:23pm
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