Autumn Dreams (triversen poetry form)

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The triverson form was developed by W. C. Williams, which is structured with six stanzas (I used seven), each stanza having three lines which form one sentence for each 2–4 beat stanza in its lines. I was moved to write this poem today because I could sense Autumn, and as usual with every Autumn, it isn’t just sensing a decrease of sun with cooler breezes, but the air is filled with meanings of lost time, the winding down of life, the approach of death, and an extreme feeling of poignancy. The Qur’an teaches to pay attention to the signs in nature, and the strange sensing of Autumn I have every year clearly points to the decline of human life; the summer is left behind with all of its playfulness, and now everything is slowing down — the aging human is staring into their own mortality as the shadows get longer, and the days get shorter.

The strange day in Autumn — 
breezes blew the sense of death
and poignant lost dreams.

While sap in trees decreasing
with the sigh of drifting leaves,
that hearkened to better times.

The turning about of life
when the peak has passed
into a slow decline,

and memories turn into dreams
and messages in bottles
simply drift away.

But seasons of life 
are seasons of lifetimes
dying and being reborn,

looking at the stark bare trees
in falling snow and dark days
seemingly dead forever,

still the sap will rise again,
the branches rising to the sun
rejoicing in Allah’s flourishing.


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