Summer tourist ignores gawking stares,
is scantily clad
leaving little to imagination.
Too intent on catching season’s last rays
exchanging working haze for lazy days.
Its transition, felled by floral war of sorts,
gold dipped sunflowers droop defeated.
For autumn’s hearty mums,
brass and bragadocious, now gleam victorious.
Written for Tuesday Poetics at dVerse. Today Laura asks us to write a nine line poem. To make it more challenging, she asks that it incorporate a specific line from a poem she’s cited; and that line just happens to be exactly nine words long! Each of these nine words then, in that order, become the first word in each of the nine lines of my poem. Confused?
Here’s the line: “Summer is leaving too, exchanging its gold for brass” from Dorothy Lawrenson’s September. Now, look just at the first word in each of the nine lines of my poem Seasonal Scenes. And now read those first words from top to bottom and voila, they say Summer is leaving too, exchanging its gold for brass!
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lillian the home poet 
I so love how you describe the boisterous colors of fall… right now I feel that fall is depressive.
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I like the layout of your poem, Lill, with five lines in the first and four lines in the second stanza, which emphasises the focus of each: the summer tourist contrasted with ‘gold dipped sunflowers’ – several us wrote about sunflowers for this prompt. I love the final line, with its internal rhymes and that wonderful word ‘bragadocious’.
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the braggadocio and brass make such brilliant complement between the scant clad and the sunflower- brilliant use of the start words
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Your tourist is a bit brassy and bragadocious, isn’t she? Great colours invoked.
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I love the imagery this evokes. Wonderful piece!
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Lillian, I love the “floral war” and how the drooping sunflower concedes to the brassy mums 🙂
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I love especially your second stanza, that “floral war of sorts!”
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You rocked the hell out of the prompt. I like the alliteration in “gold dipped sunflowers droop defeated.”
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Oh yeah, add me to the list of fans of that sunflower line and, well, Geez, Lillian, the whole damned thing just ROCKS!!
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For me the ‘For autumn’s hearty mums’ is a sparkling line – (or should I say glowing) – that works on so many levels – flowers, maturity, motherhood and humour. The whole thing is a fresh seasonal delight.
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Chrsanthemums do seem to blaze their way into the season.Your imagery captures this beautifully.
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Oh, the things that draw our eye when we wish to grasp a fleeting moment.
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I love the energy of he floral wars specially autumn’s hearty mums, brass and bragadocious, now gleam victorious.
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This makes me want to get some hearty autumn mums. That might just brighten my day!
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I have pots of mums on our front porch so of course this is my favorite line in your lovely poem … ‘for autumn’s hearty mums, brass and bragadocious, now gleam victorious’ .. Cheers.
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there’s always that guy that would rather freeze than admit that summer’s over. (All the more fraught this summer)
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This is just excellent – love the sounds when read aloud. I would never know it was constructed around a line of poetry, it flows so well.
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