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Mid-Fall Brunch
October breeze brings arctic bite to air
Leaves leave their moorings upon knotted crust
Shadows stretch further north with greater depth
Autumn sound-tracks in jazz with folksy depth
I steep our tea; honey-kissed, clears the air
She preps the pastry; flaky, buttered crust
Her hand brushes mine, piercing well-worn crust
We speak-easily; a bottomless depth
She smiles, I forfeit breath, gulping our air
We fall for our mid-fall, air, crust, and depth.
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Written for imaginary garden with real toads Fussy Little Forms: Tritina, Imagined By Marian. This is a tricky little form, but it was also fun. I may try a few more like this.
Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble 
Good heavens, Barry! This is incredible!!!
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Thank you ali! Sadly, you didn’t include a link for me to read your work. If you’d like to link one, I’d love to visit you. 🙂
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Oh, my visit was purely for pleasure. You do not have to reciprocate. But if you’d like to flip-flop around in my little world, you’re welcome to.
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Really, I can’t read this enough times. It feels like home.
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I’m really glad you got something from this. Thank you so much for letting me know. 🙂
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Those moments are nice, and random, and you’ve captured that.
–coal (Fireblossom)
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Thank you. I’m glad you dropped by. 🙂
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Moorings, shadows stretching, tracks in jazz, tea, pastry – this sings an autumn tune and I love it!
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Thank you for your kind words. I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
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effortless seeming, but crafted fine as a Coltrane riff ~
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That’s pretty high praise. Bird was a bad man and one of my favs. Thank you. 🙂
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So beautifully done, Barry! I love the way you play with all things fall, and the ‘Autumn sound-tracks in jazz’.
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Glad you liked it , Kim. Thanks! 🙂
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This is so wonderful, so fine. I admire that you used the word crust as a repeating word, what!?! Impressive. This poem feels like a chill Sunday morning in October. So here I am sitting in mine, enjoying Vince Guaraldi and my coffee and your poem. Just great!
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Your kind words warm me greatly. Thank you. 😊
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I love how you capture both autumn… the chill and also the warmth of a relationship… we long so much more for a touch when it’s cold.
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Indeed we do. Wifey won’t keep her cold feet off me! Thanks, my friend.
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Elegant and lovely. Great use of the given form. Good to see you poeming again.
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Thank you. I think I’m in a good place now. Hopefully I stay this way for a while. 🙂
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Wonderful. I actually didn’t understand this fussy form until I read yours. I am dyslexic and so things sometimes get lost. But I found my way thanks to this lovely poem. Brunch at Barry’s is perfect.
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I’m glad my poem was able to help you. I just read yours and it was exquisite.
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Warmth on a cool fall day. Well done. Somehow I am wanting apple pie now…
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Thank you. Hope you get that pie!
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This flowed so beautifully, Barry. Nothing like a good brunch, and some fine jazz.
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Indeed. Thank you. 🙂
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“…i forfeit breath…”
Love that😊. Very nicely done!
Pat R
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Thank you. 😊
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