Tuesday, August 30, 2011

September Ways




shadow boxing with September as
August draws her last few breaths
the flaxen hair of Autumn knows that i have met
her prior to this season;  so aware
her September ways - she knows that i count on her
to fulfill those lost or forgotten childhood days -

days of passing through
the memory the years of yester-season
too, that i count on her to soften
all my sharp and guarded summer reason; my guardian, my
September - mentor
of the Autumn heart - i listen well
for that final beat of August - as

with its passing - Autumn's beating
will at last - finally start

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011

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34 comments:

  1. ClaudiaAugust 30, 2011 at 11:57 AM

    yep - looking forward to autumn as well..beautifully penned bk..autumn has her own specific magic...love to get lost in her colors..

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  2. Brian MillerAugust 30, 2011 at 11:59 AM

    mmm...lovely can not wait for her breath to be upon me...she has been teasing me during the mornings laterly...i need my edges smoothed...

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  3. KavitaAugust 30, 2011 at 12:06 PM

    What a beauty!! Loved the end.. which is in fact such a lovely start.. :)

    Yes, I can smell Autumn already... and and she is soooo inviting!!

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  4. AnonymousAugust 30, 2011 at 12:07 PM

    Autumn decided not to wait for August's demise in these parts, she rolled in anyway. Lovely.

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  5. Pat HattAugust 30, 2011 at 12:18 PM

    Autumn really is beating in this piece, wonderfully descriptive.

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  6. UnknownAugust 30, 2011 at 12:23 PM

    I'm waiting for autumn... my fav season! this is a beautiful poem. magical

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  7. AnonymousAugust 30, 2011 at 12:27 PM

    I love Autumn, the foliage, the crisp air..ahhhh! Love this piece too! Beautiful! I just wrote one about Autumn, "Autumn's Apology" if you would like to read it. :)

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  8. steveroniAugust 30, 2011 at 12:30 PM

    Anticipation is for me frequently better than the actual happening. But NOT SO with September-Autumn.

    I right now smell the leaf piles (and we don't have those in Florida!)...but the scent wafts 'here' from 'there'. Glorious!
    PEACE!

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  9. UnknownAugust 30, 2011 at 12:40 PM

    Such a magical way to breathe life into the season, the back and forth of 'Autumn and August' played quite well reading aloud. Beautiful write ~ Rose

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  10. Jannie FunsterAugust 30, 2011 at 12:50 PM

    sharp and guarded summer reason, how beautiful is that.

    Try to remember a kind of September when someone was a tender and callow fellow.

    Then follow.

    Follow.

    Follow.

    Follow.

    Follow.

    Sorry if that tune will now be stuck in your head.

    Fall is my favorite season, I count on it too!

    Lovely poem, BKM. Swept me away.

    xo

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  11. ayalaAugust 30, 2011 at 12:52 PM

    This is lovely..I love the back and forth of Autumn and August...listening to the final beat..beautiful.

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  12. AnonymousAugust 30, 2011 at 1:25 PM

    There's a sadness you depicted well in the lingering days of summer.

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  13. AnonymousAugust 30, 2011 at 1:28 PM

    its my fav time of yr...I wait breathlessly

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  14. mrs mediocrityAugust 30, 2011 at 2:57 PM

    yes, i love autumn, it has always been my favorite season. you so beautifully captured the feel of it here.

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  15. MaureenAugust 30, 2011 at 3:59 PM

    Your first stanza can stand on its own. The impression of "shadow boxing" is vivid.

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  16. Dulçe ♥August 30, 2011 at 4:33 PM

    I love these poems you so well write to every ending and beginning of seasons... it's all old and new. Past present future...

    D.

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  17. Ann LeFloreAugust 30, 2011 at 5:21 PM

    I love the summer months and the warmth it brings. I am not much for cooler times of the year. They are nice for the color

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  18. AnonymousAugust 30, 2011 at 5:38 PM

    I can feel tantalising Autumn love in your words. Beautiful write :-)

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  19. AnonymousAugust 30, 2011 at 7:25 PM

    that i count on her to soften
    all my sharp and guarded summer reason; my guardian, my
    September - mentor
    of the Autumn heart

    Those are marvelous lines in a beautiful poem. Thank you.

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  20. PatriciaAugust 30, 2011 at 9:53 PM

    beautiful words, beautiful meaning...
    this is wonderful

    i count on her to soften
    all my sharp and guarded summer reason; my guardian, my
    September - mentor
    of the Autumn heart

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  21. UnknownAugust 30, 2011 at 10:57 PM

    Ah, September has a way of making autumn real even if the heat lingers. Looking forward to the joys of fall.

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  22. Jenne' R. Andrews August 31, 2011 at 12:12 AM

    Isn't it interesting that so many of us, we poets, this week, are attuned to the passage of the season. It is difficult, always, to write of that theme with originality, but you do it here-- count on her to soften all my guarded summer reason-- now there's a line worthy of a great Romantic poet-- and I loved this: shadow boxing with September as
    August draws her last few breaths
    the flaxen hair of Autumn knows that i have met
    her prior to this season--

    Did you see Luke's poem slamming autumn? Ever the dry wit and odd man out, that one.

    xxxj

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  23. Joseph HeschAugust 31, 2011 at 7:09 AM

    The onset of Autumn has always given me a special charge, and your poem captured that feeling of ending and the excitement of beginning so well, Barbara. The insertion of rhyming words within lines was an additional bit of magic.

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  24. signed...bkmAugust 31, 2011 at 9:56 AM

    thank you everyone for welcome August comments...worked all day yesterday and evening...will start reading all the great poetry today...bkm

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  25. LauraAugust 31, 2011 at 3:28 PM

    exquisite writing...this line really captured my heart "days of passing through
    the memory the years of yester-season
    too, that i count on her to soften
    all my sharp and guarded summer reason"

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  26. Maude LynnAugust 31, 2011 at 5:33 PM

    Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous! This feels as lovely as Autumn light.

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  27. hedgewitchAugust 31, 2011 at 6:11 PM

    Lots of mood and elegance in this one, bkm--I don't much like Fall, except sometimes she has a way with her that truly does take one back into all the 'yester-seasons,' blowing summer dust off the memories. You caught that feeling here.

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  28. GlynnAugust 31, 2011 at 7:29 PM

    August gives up with a last gasp, and then she comes. Lovely, B.K.

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  29. The UnknowngnomeSeptember 1, 2011 at 1:57 AM

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  30. The UnknowngnomeSeptember 1, 2011 at 2:01 AM

    Ah, if I could write like this! You are "my September mentor".

    Sorry, I had to delete the previous comment. It had a misspelling.

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  31. annell4September 1, 2011 at 6:38 AM

    Lovely piece! Autumn my favorite time of the year! Such promise of winter's cold song.

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  32. SheilaSeptember 1, 2011 at 7:16 AM

    Love me some autumn too. Hope you are well.

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  33. dsSeptember 3, 2011 at 10:38 AM

    Oh, so beautiful. "Shadowboxing with September" and now she is here. Revel in it. Exquisite language. Thank you.

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  34. Luke PraterSeptember 4, 2011 at 4:04 PM

    Interesting to read you take on Autumn... nicely done Barbara

    warmest

    Luke

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