For the love of sculptingโ๏ธ
๐๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ช๐ฑ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข ๐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐บ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต. -๐.๐.
A solitary wanderer waits patiently for his
moment to become purpose...
*
my mind drifts between now and when as I
rake crackling remnants into mounds of
browning aftermath; skeletal remains of yet
another dazzling exodus...
trees, once full of laughter, have lost their
character, exposing a dreary alter ego. their
armor, a rugged map of time, vows to protect...
busy squirrels race against the clock, stashing
acorns, fattening themselves along the way.
they too, feel their world rounding the bend...
blue skies grow greyer with each passing sun.
golden beams fall hollow, unable to stir the
day's chill...
flowers have withered away, their sweet breath
of lavender and honeysuckle dissolved into the
windโs language long ago. air has become thick
with change and damp moss, soon to be the
likes of everlasting tundra...
*
as transition nears, i'll wake from a melatonin
haze to gaze at nature's trickery, stunning the
senses with a lapse in timeโan overnight
spectacle...
glittering beauty will spread like a wanted
plague, bedazzling every inch of everything
as dawn reveals the work of an unseen artist,
transforming elements into glorious glass
murals, freezing the landscape into a frosted
wonderland...
i'll savor the moment with a warm cider; the flavor
of autumn's embrace, spiced with memoryโ
contemplating nothing...
appreciating everything...
in the coming weeks, I'll be wondering, waiting,
looking for our little wandererโa speck of dustโ
to become the first snowflake of the year...
About the Creator
Lamar Wiggins
Creative writer in the Northeast US who loves the paranormal, mystery, true crime, horror, humor, fantasy and poetry.
"Life is Love Experienced" -LW
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Comments (13)
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I appreciate the language you use, and I absolutely adore the enjambment in this poem.
Ah yes, the seasons change but we adjust our thoughts to blend with life. Open minds and hearts keep us grounded...and sculpted ๐ค๐Holiday cheers coming your way.
I love the transitions...and Nature as the ultimate artist here. Beautiful poem, Lamar.
What does cider taste like, I must try it and see. It sounds lovely to relax with while waiting for a baby frost. So lovely.
Well-wrought, Lamar! The way you ended it with the image of the lonely snowflake wandering out to herald winter was striking!
Your portrayal of seasonal transition is deeply immersive, especially the way you animate every element of the landscape with intention and personality. The shift from decay to icy artistry feels almost cinematic.
Lamar with another banger!
What a beautiful, atmospheric piece. I love your ending with the โlittle wandererโ becoming the first snowflake.
The imagery and word play is soulful in feeling. Reminiscent of poems written by Walt Whitman or a taste of Robert Frost.
I loved how you wove nostalgia and being present into your beautiful poem- the imagery was splendid.
Melatonin gaze to haze, and wind's language, I especially loved those! Your poem was so beautiful!