Excellent free form poem The Changing by jim vecchio Free Form Poetry writing prompt entry

Summer’s nearly gone; life it could not sustain As are the flowers, which drank of its rain And those birds-will they ever come again? Autumn, I’m not ready, though you soon will reign Why are seasons born from the end of one held dear? Why is the future still something I do fear? Why can’t I be content with what God puts here? Things I value now are not what they’ll appear   Soon, I’ll say goodbye to that pleasant sky Soon small treasures will wither up and die My sinking heart slows as summer flies by Would matters change, if I asked, why?     Writing Prompt Write it your way! Whether your poem rhymes or not, follows a structure or breaks all the rules, we want to see your unique voice shine. Write about anything.

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