''Folly''
Autumn Leapt
Autumn Leapt
poems
by K. Scott Smith
1).
Your hair all tousled
in armies of Red and Brown
bright blood,
a fellowship of fools broke upon your breast,
your mouth was a precious stone I wished to keep,
she wept like a willow
or some enchanted woman.
She smiled-
its like bathing in the river
in the glorious Sunlight
that does depart too quickly
leaving you cold and quiet
and shivering in the early morning.
I cannot speak to her
and have not in some time.
2).
Autumn leapt
and Summer staggered-
halfhearted and haggard-
swaying and swaggers-
into fading mists of leaves all turning,
all but forgotten like the Spring that proceeded them.
Such is the nature of our memory-
collective though it is-
(or seems to be, at least).
My heart was seized
and every treason called out
and I was made to account for each one,
though I was unprepared.
When each leaf was gone
and no longer outnumbered us
we were made bold-
though bravery hid our desperation
3).
At last
October danced
and autumn laughed.
4).
When the days finally wake themselves
and these barren wastes are overflowing,
with pilgrims and travelers
Princes, merchants and seekers.
All come to see this new plane,
set atop countless others
and from high above it all looks like a drunken spider's web
A place where fools and Kings alike,
can sing their odes and dance,
Let women sew their mysteries,
Let the children also come.
Let all manor of creature come,
let them fill this place long emptied,
let our eyes see Suns that were not even there before,
let each day,
slay and claim the last
forever.
5).
Dreams woven together
in some collective dream,
some well of memory and instinct
some mad sea of experience,
without the restrictions of Time or Space-
the past present and future all in one place-
Forever Now.
Let us find new masks,
new names or be all together done with names.
Let a dream replace a dream,
or let dreams be dreams,
while we sleep or while awake,
let us fathom what we thought unfathomable,
let us dream in astounding daydreams,
let nothing be what it seems.
Greeted each morning with a dawn and a rising Sun
(East and West)
and the means to pass whatever test
that the day will require,
an entire world to curse and admire.
Greeted each evening
with Lunar forces that shift Ocean tides,
the brilliance of stars
against the void above.
6).
A garden of lights,
in the cool Autumn night
and wandering around
I found myself staring wide eyed
at some starry brilliance
found completely by accident,
finding myself unable to move,
I wept until I woke
in some strange bed,
in some strange life,
some new dream to wake from.
7).
Shiny and bright
Gold crosses
around chubby necks
with stiff White collars...
bare breasted women,
tribal skin and disheveled hair,
crosses once Pagan
mistaken for this cruel God of the desert.
Old weathered men and woman
living hard lives layered with disappointment and alcohol
set free upon the wilderness
like some mad Adam and Even off to destroy the Garden
and every single thing in it.
What difference does it make what you call the Gods?
Call it nothing at all-
any God should be pleased with that.
Let us be done with both names and Gods.
8).
Friday is so greedy,
though its hardly just begun
I can think of no better way to break these chains,
to get this off my mind.
9).
A day in the city
full of Sun and rising hills,
made Grey in late afternoon,
a warm place.
I remove the city's disguise
with my eyes and countless memories.
Here's the long stairs
where she sat reading,
making sacred contracts
and wishing we well...
She was always beautiful when she was tired,
lovely when she would disagree,
she was never lost on me...
10).
Coming at last to the place,
that you set out to find,
only to fall asleep again.
I woke up,
I fell back to sleep again.
11).
The rulers have gathered,
for falls final feast,
last glory before winter takes hold,
winter can refuse to go quietly.
The long candles, mirrors,
the bent and strange reflections,
smoke in the air,
covers everything in the smell of tobacco
The End
poems
by K. Scott Smith
1).
Your hair all tousled
in armies of Red and Brown
bright blood,
a fellowship of fools broke upon your breast,
your mouth was a precious stone I wished to keep,
she wept like a willow
or some enchanted woman.
She smiled-
its like bathing in the river
in the glorious Sunlight
that does depart too quickly
leaving you cold and quiet
and shivering in the early morning.
I cannot speak to her
and have not in some time.
2).
Autumn leapt
and Summer staggered-
halfhearted and haggard-
swaying and swaggers-
into fading mists of leaves all turning,
all but forgotten like the Spring that proceeded them.
Such is the nature of our memory-
collective though it is-
(or seems to be, at least).
My heart was seized
and every treason called out
and I was made to account for each one,
though I was unprepared.
When each leaf was gone
and no longer outnumbered us
we were made bold-
though bravery hid our desperation
3).
At last
October danced
and autumn laughed.
4).
When the days finally wake themselves
and these barren wastes are overflowing,
with pilgrims and travelers
Princes, merchants and seekers.
All come to see this new plane,
set atop countless others
and from high above it all looks like a drunken spider's web
A place where fools and Kings alike,
can sing their odes and dance,
Let women sew their mysteries,
Let the children also come.
Let all manor of creature come,
let them fill this place long emptied,
let our eyes see Suns that were not even there before,
let each day,
slay and claim the last
forever.
5).
Dreams woven together
in some collective dream,
some well of memory and instinct
some mad sea of experience,
without the restrictions of Time or Space-
the past present and future all in one place-
Forever Now.
Let us find new masks,
new names or be all together done with names.
Let a dream replace a dream,
or let dreams be dreams,
while we sleep or while awake,
let us fathom what we thought unfathomable,
let us dream in astounding daydreams,
let nothing be what it seems.
Greeted each morning with a dawn and a rising Sun
(East and West)
and the means to pass whatever test
that the day will require,
an entire world to curse and admire.
Greeted each evening
with Lunar forces that shift Ocean tides,
the brilliance of stars
against the void above.
6).
A garden of lights,
in the cool Autumn night
and wandering around
I found myself staring wide eyed
at some starry brilliance
found completely by accident,
finding myself unable to move,
I wept until I woke
in some strange bed,
in some strange life,
some new dream to wake from.
7).
Shiny and bright
Gold crosses
around chubby necks
with stiff White collars...
bare breasted women,
tribal skin and disheveled hair,
crosses once Pagan
mistaken for this cruel God of the desert.
Old weathered men and woman
living hard lives layered with disappointment and alcohol
set free upon the wilderness
like some mad Adam and Even off to destroy the Garden
and every single thing in it.
What difference does it make what you call the Gods?
Call it nothing at all-
any God should be pleased with that.
Let us be done with both names and Gods.
8).
Friday is so greedy,
though its hardly just begun
I can think of no better way to break these chains,
to get this off my mind.
9).
A day in the city
full of Sun and rising hills,
made Grey in late afternoon,
a warm place.
I remove the city's disguise
with my eyes and countless memories.
Here's the long stairs
where she sat reading,
making sacred contracts
and wishing we well...
She was always beautiful when she was tired,
lovely when she would disagree,
she was never lost on me...
10).
Coming at last to the place,
that you set out to find,
only to fall asleep again.
I woke up,
I fell back to sleep again.
11).
The rulers have gathered,
for falls final feast,
last glory before winter takes hold,
winter can refuse to go quietly.
The long candles, mirrors,
the bent and strange reflections,
smoke in the air,
covers everything in the smell of tobacco
The End
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