Mark Heathcote

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Forever Autumn - Poem by Mark Heathcote

The sun has gone into the shade
And, turned a corner
She will not be returning
Not neither soon… nor later
Not ever…

Autumn leaves are falling, now
My dispirited, one…?
Winter blankets are descending,
And there is no more to be done.

The cyclones ear is sevenfold
But here therein there is
Just one rule of thumb,
One grace above all fallacies
Love is a sour plum,
With a pit of gold!

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Comments about Forever Autumn by Mark Heathcote

  • Edmund Strolis Edmund Strolis (10/21/2015 10:14:00 PM)

    Some more sour than others and some with gold shining through. (Report) Reply

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  • Savita Tyagi (8/10/2015 5:57:00 PM)

    Love is a sour plum with a pit of gold......Interesting! So many ways to look at! (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins Heather Wilkins (12/3/2014 7:40:00 PM)

    love is a sour plum with a pit of gold a good write (Report) Reply

  • Walterrean Salley (2/22/2012 5:34:00 PM)

    Love is a sour plum,
    With a pit of gold!

    If you can endure the tests and trials that come with true love, then you can have the gold.
    Good advice, well put.10 (Report) Reply

    Norah Tunney Norah Tunney (3/18/2016 11:40:00 PM)

    I agree
    What a great line

  • Walterrean Salley (2/22/2012 5:17:00 PM)

    Love is a sour plum,
    With a pit of gold!

    If you can endure the tests and trials that come with, then you can have the gold.
    Good advice, well put.10 PS: would be honored to have you visit my page. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 3, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 23, 2016


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