Undertones Options

[Aphrodite]

Crispy leaves drift sunspun air;
wistful days of wondering.
Colored pieces piling high,
moment’s tainted suffering.

Strolling footprints, moving truths,
chilling sorrow aches my bones.
Ginger, gold and crimson pink,
cheery childhood undertones.

Timeless dancing in the wind,
Autumn’s brilliant scenery.
Fleeting seconds warm my heart
once upon the greenery.

[Arnfinn]

Hey, this poem is nearly a year old.


Hi Lindi,

Second time around.


Looking back in old age and your lifetime.


No one lives a perfect life Lindi. We're all doomed for sadness in our lives. Usually, your parents go, and the loved ones around you. Then there's the happiness and the sadness of children and friends. A nice even balance. The most important thing is that we are free to choose our paths that begets our own sadness and happiness...to a certain degree. Life and living is a wonderful experience.


And yes, this is a wonderful poem.


I'm glad I dropped in for the second time.


Arnie