Ron65

I agree with Pam, this is a lovely write, well crafted too.

This is one of my favourites and I often listen to it on youtube. Poetry was originally an oral form so it should be listened to rather than read. If you read poetry then it ought to be read aloud so as to FEEL the words and flow more deeply. It's a bit like songs, they are listened too which makes them come alive, thereby having a greater effect on us.

Here's a photo of Jupiter I took with my Canon 450 D camera and 5 inch lens refractor telescope you might enjoy seeing. The universe is such a wonderous place to turn our eyes to.

An enjoyable free verse poem with nice echoing sound effects and half-rhyme. Much enjoyed.

This a a beautiful poem. Having read some of your work I am assuming you have written poetry for quite some time. Your poems are written with skill.

This is an interesting free form poem with strong rhyme. Using the same word as an end of line rhyme tends to spoil a poem, but having said that, in your poem I feel it adds something; it creates the feel of persistent raining which is echoed in the repeated use of the word 'rain. Thank for you sharing.

I absolutely enjoyed this one. I love the metaphors used. Brilliant piece of writing. Thank you.

Writing haiku is a tough ordeal and I feel you have done excellent with this one. Considering haiku is usually writing in isolation, yet you have mamaged to write five as a poem. Impressive. My style falls within open form poetry formats. Thank for sharing.

Thank you for your comments. I too enjoy autumn, especially its mellow colours, but that's probably the artist in me - or my age. In open form poetry there are three basic categories; free form where rhyme is used where needed but no metric pattern, (which is the format I used for my poem above), free verse, which is free from rhyme and metre, thereby uses natural language as its rhythmic flow, and then we have blank verse, a format used by Shakespeare where a metric based rhythm is used but strictly no rhyme. Do you know what? Having read some poerty on this site, I'm a little surprised there isn't a seperate section devoted to poetry only. Perhaps one should be set up where we can exchange thoughts, ideas and comments about poetry as a means of improving our craft.

Having recently joined LDS.Net, I thought I might take the opportunity to intoruduce myself. My name is Ron, aged 60 something or other, married with three sons and one daughter. I am retired and live on the east coast of Suffolk, England and have been a member for 37 years. I am currently serving within the high priest group as well as serving as the ward and stake historian. As well as being involved with church service and family, I draw, paint and write poetry. I have a very strong testimony of the gospel based on a number of spiritual events, personal prophecies and two miracles ralating to my family. I know the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is the only true church upon the earth today, that Joseph Smith was called to restore the church and was chosen to be a prophet for our time. I know the Book of Mormon is true scripture for our day and that Jesus Christ is the Son Of God and I leave that tesimony with you in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

Hello Johnson 10014. Nice to meet you.

Hello Jake. I'm a mormon, aged 65, and it's good to know you.

it's always exciting to read of people who wants to be baptised. Great news. Stay strong.

That is good news. I have been a member for 37 years and have no regrets.

Congratulations for getting into the top five. I have only just joined this site, so was too late to vote for you. I find haiku quite a difficult format to write; I usually write in open form poetry.

As one poet to another I would like to say thank you for sharing your uplifting poem, which I absolutely enjoyed. I hope you have more to share with us.

Yes, I wrote it about two months ago. I have been writing poetry for about 40 years and am a member of three poetry forums.

Rivers of gold runs over the woodland path, crisp and fresh, fusing with feet foraging in leaves, like two frivolous hedgehogs hobbling to find a place to hibernate. Dull greens, yellows, browns and rusty red fraternise like paints on a palette bed, swirling, mixing, dancing on the ground where feet are shuffling to the rustling sound. The smell of moisture and sweet autumn crumble excites the mind with musings that rumble of times when I was a child, when life was mild and carefree; the autumn filled woodland is crowded with contented memories that now spills over to children of my own.