Crimson leaves descend,
each one a farewell ember,
earth holds their last song.
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Beautiful Autumn 🌼😊🌼
Such a delicate and moving haiku.
This has a beauty to it that sings to the soul. Welcome back
Really nice to recite aloud. Rolls off the tongue like honey. Great work Jason!
What a perfect ode to autumn. My favorite season. Missed reading your work.
More stories from Jason “Jay” Benskin and writers in Poets and other communities.
no—floating in fog; no thought, not even that but the void. -- An internal buzzing, a hum deep in my bones, regrettable, unfathomable low frequencies.
By Jason “Jay” BenskinExclusive • 2 years ago
You hold me where the water turns Black around the knees— not the crash, not the crest, but just underneath. Where every step is stolen ground,
By SUEDE the poet3 days ago in Poets
You'd weave a lie with what was true knowing those half-truths wouldn't tug at your conscience. That if you rehearsed enough, you'd believe it didn't happen.
By Amashira5 days ago in Poets
Dear Void, I cherish and despise that no matter what I do, it goes unnoticed. I write when inspiration finally strikes, though I fear it’s a one way relationship. Only you, Void, are on the other side.
By Danielle Eckhart7 days ago in Writers
Comments (5)
Beautiful Autumn 🌼😊🌼
Such a delicate and moving haiku.
This has a beauty to it that sings to the soul. Welcome back
Really nice to recite aloud. Rolls off the tongue like honey. Great work Jason!
What a perfect ode to autumn. My favorite season. Missed reading your work.