in poetry •  2 months ago


original poetry by @d-pend
Photos by lukag2906, ssuunnddeeww, and colinsydney



Avoids me, sweet release—
with smooth, unserrated teeth.

By choice, by fog-drawn smile,
I drown in eyes unwide.

My tactile fortress, love:
aloof with gems inset.

To feel the stirring of fall,
with summer's failing lull

is pain unclasped, but lush,
as rain erodes the slopes

of places I've forgot—
but which, my heart has not.


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   一。"Golden Hour in Qinghuaiyuan" by lukag2906
   二。 "Fall" by ssuunnddeeww
   三。 "Park Sunset" by colinsydney

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Too beautiful !!!
These "unforgettable" images of what brings back memory every time the season changes for an extremely sensitive being, shows that each of the seasons has its charm, but the autumn highlights nostalgia. What I had and what I did not, the beautiful and the ugly, what falls and what rises, the eternal opposites. That means we are looking for a handle, a justification for the fall, for so many memories together. Autumn has the peculiarity of blowing that memory that flows through the excited senses. Then, smells and colors become protagonists of the novel of life, treasures that we hide in our memory.


Autumn has the peculiarity of blowing that memory that flows through the excited senses. Then, smells and colors become protagonists of the novel of life, treasures that we hide in our memory.

Indeed, there is a particular vividness of Autumn, greater than just the physical vibrance of the changing leaves, something energetic that awakens stirrings from the past. I always seem to go a little insane in the summer, and come back to my senses somehow in the Fall, haha!


¡Ja,ja,ja... qué gracioso! Evidencia cuán importante es conocernos y saber qué teclas tocamos, según nuestro universo necesario.


I love the pictures you choose. Somehow I feel like I'm reading Songs of Solomon with the lovers being opposites. Fall may come with a bite but I am welcome to accept this season with open arms.

Those places you've "forgot" come back with all the smells and colors of a change in season. And we've new memories to make.



Hey @mineopoly that's interesting it made you think of Songs of Solomon! And I quite agree that this time of year brings back many memories of bygone years. I am 27 - I can only imagine how it might be to remember twice as many years past. Though, I think the teenage years will always be particularly powerful in anyone's memory, even if they fade and curl with the years like a yellowed tome.


It was the "unserrated teeth" that sounded like a description Solomon might have used:

Your eyes are doves
behind your veil.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
leaping down the slopes of Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes
that have come up from the washing,
all of which bear twins,
and not one among them has lost its young.
Your lips are like a scarlet thread,
and your mouth is lovely.
Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
behind your veil.

In 8th grade I remember going to a haunted house in October. It was cold and snowy outside and the girl I liked had no money for a ticket. I bought her a ticket and she gave me the biggest hug and kiss so it was hard to forget even when we met again years after. The moment not forgotten yet not rekindled.

What a beautiful poetry you bring us today! No matter how long the feelings we keep in our hearts will live forever

Thank you friend to continue with your art and conjugate it with those beautiful photographs I know that despite everything it is strong to find the necessary inspiration to recreate the correct idea in each post that you make, and thanks so much for sharing

Thank God that gave us a great brain to treasure the memories. Beautiful pictures


Gratitude is so important. Thank you @corderosiete!

Hola , que curioso siempre entrar en Steemit y ver este tipo de publicaciones tan bellas de la naturaleza pero no encontrar comentarios en Español ... y yo quiero escribir en español a todos los post de calidad que encuentre , considero mi lengua nativa tan importante como el inglés es por ello que siempre traducimos su idioma . me gusta mucha tu publicacion me hace sentir una paz impresionante la ultima fotografia . saludos Karla de Venezuela.


Hola Karla, gracias por este mensaje. Aunque mi poesía está escrita en inglés, puede comentarla en español en cualquier momento. Saludos desde América. Que tengan un día maravilloso!

Thank you for being a member and supporter of the creativebot.
Enjoy your day and stay creative!
Keep Steeming on!! <3

Poetry is spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings it takes origin in emotion recollected in tranquility.

You write well good enough

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so sweet buddy, i like your poem.

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