Thursday, October 10, 2013

"Autumn"



Autumn

A golden season
is Autumn
whose branches
slowly release treasure,

begin to bare
the eternal night sky
ablaze with its own
spectacular show.

It's these crisp,
clear nights
beneath an unchanging
glorious design

I recall those
who've touched my life,
take comfort
believing

they gaze down,
send the crisp breeze
that fondly
brushes my cheek.

by Margaret Bednar, October 10, 2013

This is for dVerse Meeting the Bar - Friends.   A blogger poet, Dave Kling, of "Pics and Poems" passed away on October 4, 2013, from an illness.  He was a gentle soul, full of beautiful and kind words, always encouraging fellow poets.  Tonight dVerse is honoring his memory with poetry about good friends, about friendship.

I wrote my poem tonight about those family and friends who have died, whom I can never hear their voice, see their smile, nor touch their arm, but will always feel within my heart.

This is also linked with Friday Flash 55
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26 comments:

  1. Brian MillerOctober 10, 2013 at 7:34 PM

    i would like to think he will peek in on us occassionally...and maybe every once in a while someone will channel his spirit and we will hear him in a line...

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  2. MaryOctober 10, 2013 at 7:43 PM

    Very nice, Margaret. I like to think of those who have gone before looking down from above too....and smiling. A beautiful poem!

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  3. TexWisGirlOctober 10, 2013 at 7:48 PM

    very sweet. i always get melancholy during autumn - remembering the loss of my parents and sister. :)

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  4. Laurie KolpOctober 10, 2013 at 7:55 PM

    Yes, we will always feel them within our hearts, and the memories will live forever.

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  5. AnonymousOctober 10, 2013 at 8:32 PM

    Oh beautiful, that crisp breeze always lets us remember.

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  6. GraceOctober 10, 2013 at 8:44 PM

    I believe it too Margaret ~ Thank you for your beautiful words & picture ~

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  7. author.nara.maloneOctober 10, 2013 at 8:52 PM

    I like to think that too, that some part of our friends is always watching over us.

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  8. TALONOctober 10, 2013 at 9:22 PM

    This was beautiful, Margaret. I was just outside with my dog, looking up at the sky, thinking about who was up there looking over me (my mom and dad, my brothers) and I came in to have this to read. Perfection. :)

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  9. G-ManOctober 10, 2013 at 9:22 PM

    So typical Bednaresque...
    Creating perfect images from your heart and soul.
    Thank You for your friendship and encouragement to The Funfest contributors.
    You are one of the pillars of it's success.
    Loved your 55 Margaret
    Thanks for playing, thanks for that cool link you sent me earlier in the week, and please have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  10. Alice AudreyOctober 10, 2013 at 10:14 PM

    See, that's what Autumn is SUPPOSED to be like. Not this sharp, debilitating cold I've been slogging through.

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  11. Jennifer WagnerOctober 10, 2013 at 11:27 PM

    I like how you likened the Autumn breeze to the touch of loved ones who have passed on. Nice work Margaret.

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  12. ClaudiaOctober 11, 2013 at 12:09 AM

    nothing resembles the process of letting go in such graceful beauty as autumn does.. a gentle voice in this margaret..

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  13. AnonymousOctober 11, 2013 at 1:49 AM

    I like especially the image you pen in the first stanza, Margaret, as well as the entire write ~ M

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  14. TCPCOctober 11, 2013 at 4:54 AM

    Beautiful. i have no words to express the warmth that these verses generate!

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  15. AnonymousOctober 11, 2013 at 7:21 AM

    Lovely thoughts and sentiments--but you express them in a very pictorial sensation-al way--like a three-d sort of photo! Lovely, Margaret. k.

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  16. hedgewitchOctober 11, 2013 at 10:20 AM

    Our hearts are indeed a storehouse for those who have given something of themselves to us, even as they have had to move on. Lovely poem, and stunning photo, Margaret.

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  17. JeffOctober 11, 2013 at 10:33 AM

    Very beautiful thoughts, written in a beautiful way. I love the image of the shedding trees slowly revealing more night sky, blazing leaves giving way to the blazing stars. Lovely.

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  18. AnonymousOctober 11, 2013 at 11:16 AM

    Lovely images, tender words.

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  19. GabriellaOctober 11, 2013 at 1:03 PM

    Beautiful evocation of this golden season, its colors and crispness with a wistful touch!

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  20. brudbergOctober 11, 2013 at 2:49 PM

    I agree these serene autumn days I expect that he sends his word down to us...

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  21. AnonymousOctober 11, 2013 at 3:14 PM

    What a beautiful, touching tribute. Love the imagery here.

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  22. Kathryn DycheOctober 11, 2013 at 3:56 PM

    This made me quite emotional, especially the touch of the breeze.

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  23. Linda RogersOctober 11, 2013 at 5:09 PM

    Beautiful and tender write Margaret. I too believe that our loved ones that have passed give us signs in nature. A blowing breeze as you said, a bird showing up when your having a tough day. Love never dies. Lovely tribute to those you have loved and lost.

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  24. Other MaryOctober 11, 2013 at 11:37 PM

    Yes, I think so too. This one touches me, Margaret.

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  25. LydiaOctober 13, 2013 at 5:38 AM

    I am having a teary journey this early morning, reading some of the poems in tribute to Dave King. Had just dried my eyes, taken a sip of ginger tea, when I opened your post and - 55 touching words later - again the tears come. I loved this, Margaret.

    Thank you for being such a special visitor to my blog.

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  26. AnonymousOctober 13, 2013 at 11:28 PM

    Don't you ever wish you could sew this sky-fallen gold into a wrap that keeps your soul as untouchable and pristine?
    Glorious ! Faithfully your friend Debbie

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