Poetry

Part 3:

Chapter 7: The History of the Autumn people
“The girl turns around looking surprised
Her expression could not be disguised.
“The old woman who died in the abbey was my mother,”
my son said, as his wife was to be in anger.
And then he lightly kissed her lips
As he was on his way to get a cup to have a sip
Of wine
“What would be supper for us to dine?”
asks my son as he sat down
and drinking the wine, as he

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Part 2:

Chapter 4: Knowing the Old Woman
Knowing where I want to be
As I stand at the mantle looking at the pictures.
But then I turn around, as the door swings open.
I grab my pipe and walk towards the door.
A soft autumn breeze has come into the cottage.
I walk out the door and slam it shut,
Making it tightly shut so it won’t swing open.
I sit down onto the log that fell last winter
In front of my cottage and I made it into a bench.

...

Chapter 1: Afternoon Tea
As I walk along a woody path
I notice a little cottage beside it.
And in front of it sat a little old woman
with leaf-like clothing with colors of the Fall
I approach the woman with such curiosity.
"What you staring' at, you rascal?
Not come to rob me, 'ave ya?" asks the woman angrily.
I jump back startled and surprise, shaking my head.
She grunts as she stands and walks to her house.
"Come in

...

Clear as the cool water,
but warm as the wind,
the sight of a bachelor,
seeing to it that everyone grinned

As the night sky lightens up to the dawn,
the birds do not chirp.
you'll see that darkness was drawn,
wanting to usurp.

This was the will of the sinned,
seeing to it that everyone weren’t happy.
For they weren’t happy being in the upwind.
And everyone was pale as a banshee.

In this parallel universe, ...

How hurtful I am
for my problems
with my father.

How hurtful am I
if he is the kind of person
who thinks he’s always right.

How hurtful I am
if he thinks that he could help me
if he puts me into a mental institution.

How hurtful am I
if he hasn’t been around
for most of my life.

How hurtful is he
if he is the hurtful father
and I’m the angry daughter.

How hurtful is he ...