Variations - Words edition...

Saturday already?

New poem time then...

This week, as the weather is turning and I'm stood here getting soaked, let's have poems on the theme of

Autumn

The form we'll use is a Quatern.

16 lines, in 4 stanzas of 4 lines. Each line is 8 syllables long.

There are no rules on rhyming. It can of you want, but it doesn't have to.

The only other rule is that the first line of the first stanza acts like a refrain. It becomes the 2nd line of the 2nd stanza, the 3rd of the 3rd and the last line of the 4th.

As always, have fun, be creative, and enjoy!
 
The colours change before my eyes
Greens turn into orange and red
Nature has shed her verdant dress
And she's pulled on her heavy cloak

Where once the ground was charged with life
The colours change before my eyes
The light streams through the naked trees
Both just going through the motions

Discarded now, leaves lie below
A carpet of the richest hues
The colours change before my eyes
And as I walk, I hear the crunch

But don't mistake this scene for death
Think of it as evolution
For soon the monochrome will cease
The colours change before my eyes
 
The chill in the air – it thrills me.
Can’t you smell fall? It’s in the air.
The scent of leaves raked into mounds
Calling out, tempting me to leap.

I adore this time of the year.
The chill in the air – it thrills me.
I open my sweater drawer,
Their soft knits, warm and inviting.

What is better than a fall day?
Maybe? Yes, a fall evening.
The chill in the air – it thrills me.
With friends gathered ‘round a bonfire.

Football! Halloween! Thanksgiving!
Many of my favorite things!
Hand me a cup of cider, please.
The chill in the air – it thrills me.


Alas, in the South the first False Fall has ended and now it's back to summertime for a week or two.
 
Equinox light, fast changing sky
Chill in the air in the mornings
Days getting short, nights drawing in
Summer a fading memory now

Harvesting fruits of the garden
Equinox light, fast changing sky
Apples, pears, tomatoes galore
Pickles and preserves to be made

Birds settling down, less noisy now
Some have flown off to warmer climes
Equinox light, fast changing sky
Trees will be skeletons quite soon

Foraging time; gifts from nature
Blackberries, sloes for winter gin
The lull.. .before winter sets in
Equinox light, fast changing sky
 
Maybe we need something less ambitious this week...

It was my bestie's 40th yesterday, so we're going to celebrate that. So this week, give me poems about

Birthdays

And let's try using the tripadi form.

This poem has 3 line stanzas.

Lines 1 and 2 have 8 syllables each, and rhyme with each other.
Line 3 has 10 syllables and no rhyme rules.
You can have as many stanzas as you want.

Have fun, and be creative!
 
I'm not sure how I got so old
I'm past it now, if truth be told
Who added all of the extra candles?

I swear to God that number's high
I'm not sure I should even try
To extinguish them all in one attempt

To blow them out in just one breath
I run the risk of sudden death
Putting a downbeat mood upon the day

Catastrophic exhilation
Will lead to asphyxiation
And then no more candles will be needed
 
You have a birthday or you’re dead
So get it straight in your old head
Age, just a number, we must get older

Old or dead so what do you choose?
I choose old, I hope I don’t lose
Old and wrinkled but so glad I am here!
You're old and wrinkled? Get to fuck!
Go to the mirror, have a look!
You are in your prime, so quit your yapping!
 
Happy birthday to Daisy's mum
Has she inherited your bum?
If so, then Daisy's dad must smile a lot

Happy birthday Mrs Scarlet
Your daughter is quite the harlot
I'll guess that that part came straight from her dad...
 
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