when the leaves turn.

August 29, 2011

I’m not looking for a project.
I’ve outgrown men who require assembly,
or complex manuals to understand them.

I want to laugh, and be free.
But if I only wanted games,
I’ve had many offers to play with me.

Those men come with their own tools,
and though they may not be you,
they’d still be something to do.

I’m not looking for a stage act,
I’ve outgrown unrequited love,
and have lost my attraction for tragedy.

I won’t coax you from your history,
or compete with cherished memory.
It’s either me, or isn’t me.

You don’t have to choose tonight,
but autumn’s at the end of summer,
and you must move on eventually.

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace, as I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne


13 Responses to “when the leaves turn.”

  1. The last stanza sealed the deal. I love it Cheri!

  2. Oh how I wish I had this a few years ago. I have been there. I HAVE SOOO BEEN THERE! And you hit it! Great job!

  3. I second those thoughts, well done. My poem here is somehow similar actually. Enjoy gooseberry day!

  4. smile, cry. eyes with water stay open longer. no assembly required.

  5. shanyn said

    Wonderful poem, been there and I love how this reads…so well done! Great ending and super flow of words and images. Thank you!

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