GOODBYE TO AUTUMN
This is my cover version of Cole Porter's "Every Time We Say Goodbye". This is the first time since my illness that I have been able to play my full-sized guitar!! I still play as badly ; 0)) First time I've written a poem in conjunction with myself singing ... the artwork is a compilation of 5 of my photographs and is called "Goodbye To Autumn."
“It was one of those perfect English Autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life. The rich colours of grass and earth were intensified by the mellow light of a sun almost warm enough for Spring...”
~P.D. James, A Taste for Death
SOLITUDINAL SILENCE
Autumn frees us from the chains of Summer
those moments that pushed us to limits beyond
the boundaries we set for ourselves in Spring
now calmly in sweet solitudinal silence
we stand apart and wait to see what Winter brings
the cooler air whispers keenly and speaks of change
indistinctive rarefied senses aroused so quickly
disappear within a heartbeat of my hearing range
echoes of the night fall softly like footfalls on first snow
dampening out the sounds and cries from deep within my soul
the canopy of the forest shadows me as I try to walk away
when the betrayal came it fell so swiftly
like an axe; sharp and severed my attachment to you
so suddenly and completely that at first I barely noticed
it seemed incomprehensible given the circumstance
a cold numbness crept through my veins
trickling like freezing water ebbing from the first thaw
incomplete paralysis seeped in and I was aware first only
of a tiny prickling of my thumbs
like that old adage when evil this way comes
the sudden onslaught happened as these things do
as though in a slow motion emotionless cinematic experience
vague and careless words and phrases danced before me
my mind's eye honing in carefully trying to make some sense
trying to reduce the magnitude to a small burning ember
something that I could deal with; a tiny seed I would remember
to save and savour;
to satisfy my hunger in the darker nights to come
a remnant of how things used to be;
a warm glowing substance
to substantiate this feeling that I hadn't thrown my love away
that there was good reason why this happened
and if only I could fan the flames so our love could burn again
brighter than before; brighter than the sun that drenched us
and bathed us in it's warm and satisfying glow
and the Summer rain that quenched our thirst
for life; for love and all the romance that gave birth
to lift our souls and hearts above and out of mortal minds
a love incomparable;
a love so sweet; so sensual; so incredibly divine
but here I stand deep within the forest;
hushed tones of the night creep ever closer
lulling me to lay down on the Autumn leaves
and sleep through Winter deeply dreaming
of the new Spring that will no doubt come
and sweep away my golden tears
that stain the foliage on the forest floor
that precious pillow softly knowing all I am and all I was before
an imprint of my slumbered body
lies dormant on this bed of mine
and come the Spring I wake unencumbered
by the loss I felt when Winter held me down
for in the new year; seasons come and go as usual
and I will be renewed; rejuvenated by my sleep
and who knows what this rebirth has in store for me
and who knows all the secrets that the forest keeps.
- AP - Copyright remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected images please do not reproduce without permission'
GOODBYE TO AUTUMN
This is my cover version of Cole Porter's "Every Time We Say Goodbye". This is the first time since my illness that I have been able to play my full-sized guitar!! I still play as badly ; 0)) First time I've written a poem in conjunction with myself singing ... the artwork is a compilation of 5 of my photographs and is called "Goodbye To Autumn."
“It was one of those perfect English Autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life. The rich colours of grass and earth were intensified by the mellow light of a sun almost warm enough for Spring...”
~P.D. James, A Taste for Death
SOLITUDINAL SILENCE
Autumn frees us from the chains of Summer
those moments that pushed us to limits beyond
the boundaries we set for ourselves in Spring
now calmly in sweet solitudinal silence
we stand apart and wait to see what Winter brings
the cooler air whispers keenly and speaks of change
indistinctive rarefied senses aroused so quickly
disappear within a heartbeat of my hearing range
echoes of the night fall softly like footfalls on first snow
dampening out the sounds and cries from deep within my soul
the canopy of the forest shadows me as I try to walk away
when the betrayal came it fell so swiftly
like an axe; sharp and severed my attachment to you
so suddenly and completely that at first I barely noticed
it seemed incomprehensible given the circumstance
a cold numbness crept through my veins
trickling like freezing water ebbing from the first thaw
incomplete paralysis seeped in and I was aware first only
of a tiny prickling of my thumbs
like that old adage when evil this way comes
the sudden onslaught happened as these things do
as though in a slow motion emotionless cinematic experience
vague and careless words and phrases danced before me
my mind's eye honing in carefully trying to make some sense
trying to reduce the magnitude to a small burning ember
something that I could deal with; a tiny seed I would remember
to save and savour;
to satisfy my hunger in the darker nights to come
a remnant of how things used to be;
a warm glowing substance
to substantiate this feeling that I hadn't thrown my love away
that there was good reason why this happened
and if only I could fan the flames so our love could burn again
brighter than before; brighter than the sun that drenched us
and bathed us in it's warm and satisfying glow
and the Summer rain that quenched our thirst
for life; for love and all the romance that gave birth
to lift our souls and hearts above and out of mortal minds
a love incomparable;
a love so sweet; so sensual; so incredibly divine
but here I stand deep within the forest;
hushed tones of the night creep ever closer
lulling me to lay down on the Autumn leaves
and sleep through Winter deeply dreaming
of the new Spring that will no doubt come
and sweep away my golden tears
that stain the foliage on the forest floor
that precious pillow softly knowing all I am and all I was before
an imprint of my slumbered body
lies dormant on this bed of mine
and come the Spring I wake unencumbered
by the loss I felt when Winter held me down
for in the new year; seasons come and go as usual
and I will be renewed; rejuvenated by my sleep
and who knows what this rebirth has in store for me
and who knows all the secrets that the forest keeps.
- AP - Copyright remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected images please do not reproduce without permission'