This Poem was Submitted By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2016-11-05 11:57:22 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Autumn Tambourines

Traveling down this long beautiful road while flipping pages through my mind. The Autumn breeze blows through the trees shaking the leaves like a thousand tambourines. I watch the sun reflect off of golden to red hues all around me I feel complete. Into it's beauty I move spellbound by the enchanting view Thankful that my eyes can see this magnificent sight surrounding me - The sky at night changes when the sunset falls into deeper blue elegant shift to desired nights when the air is cool.

Copyright © November 2016 DeniMari Z.

Additional Notes:
Second revised poem I wrote in 2004 - All critiques are appreciated -


This Poem was Critiqued By: Ashni Irey On Date: 2016-11-23 09:19:22
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Such a lovely peace-inducing poem from you, Deni. I can see and hear the leaves shaking on the trees like the movement of tambourine bells. Really a very lovely and original phrase that is the very essence of this write. The imagery is quite lasting.


This Poem was Critiqued By: Joe Gustin On Date: 2016-11-11 15:03:05
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
I could actually feel the flow of this work. Your words like the autumn wind you describe took me on a wondrous ride. The leaf and tambourines reference , pure genius. So my only criticism would be that it was not long enough.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2016-11-10 08:48:39
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Deni, as beautiful a piece as can be written- and its tenderness and melancholy are offset by the accentuating of the blessing over the difficulty. That book, your book, of pages turned, is obviously a good read. Your final stanza is so filled with single lined metaphors that itself is breathtaking; The sky at night changes both of youth to age, ideology to ideology, beginning to end game. when the sunset the culmination of this life, yet also the book read, where the sunset is colored in many hues of appreciation. falls into deeper blue of the end approaching and its calling recognizable elegant shift appreciation for what awaits without deprecating what has gone to desired nights the sleep to come for the weary, once again with an appreciative tone. when, the air is cool when you coined that line a coolness flows over an attentive reader and it feels good. no fear, just the feel of relief on a warm day. A fabulous poem, each stanza perfect!
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