Green Gecko posturing for her kiss
Crimson fan spread like an Egyptian palm
Swelling and deflating spread signals her
To come and join in a sweet summer’s trist
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But, how quickly you changed as colors fade
Love lasts only for a season you know
Now, as Fall leaves turn brown, dry, and curling
You too have traded your green luster show
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Now’s the time for gray burnt umber blending
Winter fast approaches…with each cold wind
Time to forget courtship…summer’s gone now
Find space to hibernate… till winter ends
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Bone-chilling winds…Heartbeat slows…Blood runs cold
Surviving to live/love another day
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I like your use of metaphor in this one, unexpected and melancholy.
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Thank You Liz. I saw this little guy earlier when he was bright green and now he is brown as the leaves! So interesting to watch the changes in nature! One does not have to leave home to be inspired!!
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I am so glad you enjoy it!
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It’s so, so good, Dwight – the metaphor also caught me unawares. As Liz wrote –
I imagine you going through your days mumbling words to yourself as you discover and uncover life’s nuances… are you always thinking of potential words to write?
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Thank you Ben! How quickly our seasons change. Our goal is to survive!
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Dwight, I hope the season of hibernation ends soon. It’s been interesting, but enough is enough! 🙂
Lovely, pensive poem.
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Sounds just like us! Our winter of discontent! Thanks Cheryl.
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Wow Dwight! Beautifully penned! Very very nicely done! ❤
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Thank you Carol Anne! Could you see my cute gecko in my words!! I am so glad you enjoyed it!
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I sure could see it in your words, beautiful 🎊💗💗
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I am so glad! Thank you.
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An interesting and very clever creature of nature, to change colour and camouflage himself, and then cleverly hibernate for the winter… nature at her dutiful best…
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Thank you Ivor! It really is an unique creature. He blends so well with his surroundings as you can see. I am not sure where he hides away over the winter, but he always comes back in the spring! Amazing !
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I just love it! Everything! Thank you!
Joanna
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Thank you Joanna! I appreciate your kind comment!
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This is an amazing meditation on nature which becomes a meditation on life. Thought-provoking.
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So beautifully described. I had to search for him in the first pic
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Amazing camouflage! I had a green one but could not find it in my collections! Thank you Derrick!
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A marvellous photo.
A skillfully expressed poem ❤❤
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Thank you so much for reading and enjoying my post!
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You’re welcome
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Little known fact: I AM a gecko. (At least by the parameters you’ve established here). Please excuse me now; it’s bedtime. Well done!
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Ha ha… I guess we all are this winter! Find a place to hibernate and survive! Thanks Ron!
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Great use of colour, Dwight!
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Happy Thanksgiving, Dwight 🙂 Wonderful use of metaphor here in this exquisitely worded poem. We are fast approaching winter here!
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It won’t be long here as well. We sometimes get snow flurries by the 13th of December.
Thank you for stopping by to read and comment!
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This is lovely and thoughtful, Dwight. Such a wonderful metaphor.
It took me a minute to see the gecko in the first photo!
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That are amazing creatures! So fun to watch. Thank you for you kind words!
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You’re welcome!
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Here’s to maintaining a rapid heartbeat year round ~ well, not dangerously so. Cheers.
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Thanks Helen I am with you on that!
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love your tying of a geckos love life to the seasons!
I have one in my house, they eat the insects, his tail is not so long and he is plumper [well fed] and wondrously translucent … am wondering if that is albino for geckos. But he is a cheeky fellow who darts about and calls out 🙂
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Thanks Kate. For him he has to get warmed up first!! LOL
How interesting. I did some search on them. The shiny black ones with an iridescent blue and purple tail and short legs are Skinks! Maybe that is what you have!?
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definitely not a skink, never heard of skinks calling out … found a photo online of mine so it’s definitely a gecko 🙂
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Great! :>)
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love this greagt poetry and change to the winter with the color of the gecko which I could barely find as it is cameflauged happily! ❤️
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Today I found him hiding under the chair cushion on my outdoor chair! He is very cute!
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Awww that is too cute! ❤️
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:>) It was 70 degrees here today!
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Wow. That is fantastic, Dwight.
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Thanks Jeff! I appreciate your comment!
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Welcome, Dwight! Have a great weekend. 🙂
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You too!
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You don’t often wax romantic, Dwight. Such a wistful, gentle rendering about a “gecko.”
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I needed something different! This seemed to work well! Thank you Lisa.
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Something different worked well for you. You are welcome.
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:>)
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Oh this is wonderful! The camouflage, the turning of colors,, the seasons change. I applaud you Dwight!!
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Thank you Mary for your kind affirmation!
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This was strong Dwight! And isn’t that life – living to live at least one more day. Very well written dude!
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Thanks Rob! We are finally learning what a great many in the world have lived with all their lives. Will I make it another day… month… year. I appreciate your comment!?
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Beautifully penned.
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Thank you very much!
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I loved this so much Dwight, one of your best I feel. So many poems about change on this OLN, Lisa, Christine, Mine. I guess Autumn forces a reckoning of transitions. I like this metaphor of changing to match the surroundings and circumstance, not as an appropriation or defect, but for protection, survival, and also to live and thrive where one is. This selection cuts across stanzas, but I really felt pulled in by these sounds and images, and the use of umber even, somehow, had olfactory evocations of the fallen leaves and soil.
“Now, as Fall leaves turn brown, dry, and curling
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You too have traded your green luster show
Now’s the time for gray burnt umber blending”
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Thank you so much Lona for your most heartfelt reply! These lines speak to every one of us if we live long enough. We trade our luster for brown dry and curling! I appreciate your comment and am glad it spoke to you!
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