Standing under autumn
My mind feels like a
silhouette of my spring
I look around to find rotten apples
that preceded the blooming
ecstasy we call mankind
Find me where you left me
I’m quiet, my thoughts don’t speak
A nightingale keeps me company
in all my nightmares that I breathe
until they plunge me with memories
Of hurtful conversations of a
theist life that I have lived
believing you
I realise the reality
in the duality of us
I realise the realisations
I keep away from my own
Hidden truths that come
as anxieties and panic or
lapses of our memories of us
I’m quiet, I don’t speak
The skies seem unknown to me
The rustle of dead leaves, my home
The nightingale’s song, the only certainty
has become static to my panoramic hearing
I become the autumn I stood under
waiting for you
I wilt and I fall
amongst the countless flowers
you loved to trample on
But I still hope when you are born again
𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮
NaPoWriMo Day 8 - Today, I’d like to challenge you to read a few of the poems from Spoon River Anthology, and then write your own poem in the form of a monologue delivered by someone who is dead.
You can see this as a personification of a wilting leaf or a monologue by an unrequited lover. Hope you like it.

20 responses to “[427] The Song of Falling Leaves”
So beautiful. I especially love that 2nd stanza. Another amazing write, my friend 🖤🤗
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So glad you liked it Ace!
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Wow is this your poem? I love it! It flowed like water, was full of sadness but also bittersweet. I have a couple critiques on the blog itself though:
For some reason for me, the formatting crunches together the end and beginning of each line of poetry for me, making it a little difficult to read. Maybe some formatting in the post itself could change that?
Also, since you have a lot of side pictures to load, when I load the comment page, it is a little bit slow.
Anyway, loved the poem! Also the art – do you know who did it? I really love it and would love to find out.
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Hey, yes it is. Thank you for your kind words.
Can you let me know from which device and where are you reading this from? Is it the wordpress reader or the website itself?
As it’s reading perfectly well for me on the website and the reader.
As for the side pictures, are you talking about my instagram? That I can definitely change.
Thank you so much for the feedback. Really means a lot!
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cskinnaird when I load the page in my phone I also get squashed up words at the end of theh stanza, however it is OK on my Samsung Tablet so is the speed. I am in Australia and at the end of the internt trail for this part of the world so it might be the machine dealing with the WWW = anyway, isn’t the Poem wonderful!!!
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That helps. Might be a one off issue.
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I loved it.. How the mind feels like a silhouette of your spring..
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That line came to me in the end just as I was about to post. Glad it came so you could read!
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This is exquisite
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Thank you Namratha 🙂
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Beautiful lines Rahul👌👌⚘⚘
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Glad you liked it 🙂
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Well… I’ll give you 5⭐🌠stars
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how can you write a poem daily?? thats crazy !! great but crazy . kudos to you !
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Haha had to live up to the name of my blog some day 😛
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I object to your new title, smoke words doesnt make any sense? Think of people that have qut smoking and then your dangling smoking in their faces. I dont even read your poetry now because of title of your blog sad to say
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I understand your concern but it’s been the same title since 4 years. As it’s a writing blog the word ‘smoking’ is a metaphor and shouldn’t be taken literally. It’s completely fine if you don’t read the blog from now on since I understand where you’re coming from.
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Well totally flawless poem, I can’t believe boys can write this much good!! Anyways keep up the good work.
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Haha thank you. Yeah boys write well too i guess 🙂
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