It’s only languorous darkness around
And there isn’t any loud sound
The night is slowly falling
Into the day it’s turning.
At the height of the autumn drop 
Rain is knocking on the roof top.
The death has settled in the garden flowers
Blue haze says bye arising
And it’s just tactfully surmising
That in the past that unhappy barren hours.
And whole the time is all for that
To see by sleepy eyes not day not night
To see amazing early dreams
To give the world the sleeper’s beams.
Guy Nickwell
Mullings of Mind Tramp 
Mihir Vatsa
03/04/2012 at 6:36 pm
Nice one here, Guy.
Thanks for dropping by.
Also, welcome to WordPress.
Let me know if I could be of any help.
Best
M.
Guy Nickwell
03/04/2012 at 7:05 pm
Thanks a lot!
wendystrohm
03/04/2012 at 7:16 pm
Thank you for liking my poem Brave Soldier – looks like you are new to blogging too
Good luck and be happy
Guy Nickwell
03/04/2012 at 7:25 pm
If only we all were happy.
wendystrohm
03/04/2012 at 7:27 pm
Yes – in an ideal world!
abaddonpyro
03/04/2012 at 8:32 pm
When we write… I suppose it gives a little respite??? 🙂 Thank you for the likes on my blog, most appreciated. Enjoyed reading ‘Autumn Morning’, it depicted a most interesting mental image. Do take care. Kindest regards, A.P.
Nancy C. diBenedetto
03/04/2012 at 7:19 pm
Thank you for the kind words 🙂
Gilly Gee
03/04/2012 at 8:30 pm
Two very good poems so far, good luck with your new blog!
Rosanne Moulding
03/04/2012 at 9:07 pm
Lovely poem, I like the photo too.
Guy Nickwell
03/04/2012 at 9:13 pm
Thank you! I tried to choose the one, which matched perfectly.
Kirk
03/04/2012 at 9:13 pm
A pleasure to meet you and be introduced to your work. Best of luck as you continue to write and blog!
Guy Nickwell
03/04/2012 at 9:19 pm
Thanks a lot! It’s a great joy for me to find out, that I can create worth-while things!
Kirk
03/04/2012 at 11:46 pm
That pursuit of creation and discovery in an incredible blessing! I hope everyone can discover it in some way.
paintlater
03/04/2012 at 10:00 pm
You make me want to paint in words, lovely. Cheers Sue
Guy Nickwell
03/04/2012 at 10:09 pm
The painting is enchanting in all it’s expressions.
metta4art
03/04/2012 at 10:05 pm
Reblogged this on Wendy Powell and commented:
The poetic and beautiful brought together in harmony.
Guy Nickwell
03/04/2012 at 10:13 pm
And a grateful reader brings the harmony to my mindview. Thank you.
schannepj
03/04/2012 at 10:12 pm
Thanks for liking “A Monet Experience”. I enjoyed this poem; it captures the kind of autumn day where I need hot tea, house slippers, and a good book.
Guy Nickwell
03/04/2012 at 10:18 pm
Thanks for the warm words. I enjoyed your beautiful writing.
1stjoeyanna
03/04/2012 at 11:07 pm
Beautiful writing. I really enjoyed reading!
Anno Zijlstra
03/04/2012 at 11:56 pm
well done, keep on doing the good work !
samroderick
04/04/2012 at 12:31 am
The death has settled in the garden flowers
Thank you for that.
SRRC
Guy Nickwell
04/04/2012 at 7:02 am
Hope it will linger on with the moving in our places.
"Squiddo" Mansfield
04/04/2012 at 10:18 am
This is utterly breath taking. I’m so jealous of your natural & stunning poetry abilities 🙂
smartbox
04/04/2012 at 10:44 am
Nice Poetry
Francina
04/04/2012 at 4:02 pm
beautiful poem!
mysylph
04/04/2012 at 6:21 pm
Thanks Nick! I like all of your poems, but the one about Autumn best. Thanks for your like…if you know of any dancers, send them my way.:)
mysylph
04/04/2012 at 6:22 pm
Nickwell, sorry. I have become a little dyslexic I fear.
Guy Nickwell
04/04/2012 at 6:25 pm
It’s nothing.
Guy Nickwell
04/04/2012 at 6:24 pm
Of course I will. Thank you too)
Yoshiko
04/04/2012 at 7:08 pm
Keep up the good and beautiful poem.
Kathryn
04/04/2012 at 11:18 pm
The ‘rain knocking on the rooftop’ brought a smile–I remember hearing rain on our tile roof when I was small and thinking it sounded like Mama’s kitchen, with the pot boiling hard before supper.
barkinginthedark
05/04/2012 at 12:49 am
a beautiful painting. continue…
engchick23
05/04/2012 at 2:24 am
Autumn mornings are my favorite, especially the rainy ones. Nice job here. 🙂
Thanks for dropping by my blog! I wish you all the best with your writing!
fiztrainer
05/04/2012 at 2:58 am
Beautiful poetry. I love your writing. 😀
cerebralcausality
05/04/2012 at 10:02 am
Exotic artistry…
I can relate to your musing
poetart
05/04/2012 at 10:10 am
You have an interesting turn of phrase in your use of language. What is your first language?
Guy Nickwell
05/04/2012 at 3:09 pm
How do you think? And thanks.
poetart
05/04/2012 at 6:03 pm
Well, take your question for example, ‘How do you think?’ There is no comma after the word, ‘how’ (nothing wrong, just interesting), therefore it could be answered, ‘I do my best thinking when the house is quiet.’ OR your question could summon the response, ‘I think you have an interesting turn of phrase because the syntax sometimes derives a duality of meaning, interpretation.’ I meant the latter. 🙂
Guy Nickwell
05/04/2012 at 6:31 pm
The words are sliping out of my mouth and my mind in bilingual way.
poetart
05/04/2012 at 6:49 pm
Keep up the good work. 🙂
alliefarout
05/04/2012 at 2:02 pm
Nice poem!! =D
Diana K. Garrett
05/04/2012 at 8:53 pm
Stunning photograph. Lovely poem. I fiddle with words as well. Here’s a poem I wrote http://dianakgarrett.wordpress.com/2011/06/04/the-dead-ringer/
Cheers,
Diana K. Garrett
unscenetomorrow
06/04/2012 at 2:36 am
Buenas Noches and thank you for liking my first try on WordPress, that was very nice of you.
I have must say that I fell in love with the lovely words and print you have shared with us with your Autumn Morning, especially since I am an autmn baby. It reached me.
Mirchi Laddoo
06/04/2012 at 7:42 am
I loved this poem 🙂
lilianebohbot
06/04/2012 at 2:54 pm
love this piece
Ang'asa Malowa
06/04/2012 at 3:25 pm
thank you for checking out my blog…the bliss under the whisper of rain, i like! : )
Chris Sheridan
06/04/2012 at 4:45 pm
I like this one – it conveys a certain atmospheric quality.
Thanks for linking my post “The Ultimately Perfect Woman?”.
Chris Sheridan
06/04/2012 at 4:46 pm
Uhm… that was supposed to read “liking” NOT linking! LOL
Guy Nickwell
06/04/2012 at 5:01 pm
I got it)
howanxious
06/04/2012 at 5:18 pm
Beautiful… the imagery comes out to be so natural, so mesmerizing.
I love it!
Guy Nickwell
06/04/2012 at 5:38 pm
That was just the way I felt.)
Linton's Legacy
06/04/2012 at 6:12 pm
Hi Guy,
The second stanza of your Autumn Poem is quite chohesive. I also like your choice of images.
Enjoy your time on WordPress. I’m sure you will.
Guy Nickwell
06/04/2012 at 6:29 pm
I didn’t choose them. They’re making decisions by themselves.) And thanks a lot.
Mary
06/04/2012 at 6:12 pm
Nothing quite like looking out at the rain – very therapeutic. Thanks for dropping by my blog….
Pawan Hira (awakeningpsyche)
06/04/2012 at 6:19 pm
and I’m sure you can write anything beautifully….a natural flow in your words, synchronising dark and light theme together, portraying a masterpiece image….
looks like you celebrate with nature’s creations….:)….
thewaleedkhan
06/04/2012 at 7:02 pm
http://thewaleedkhan.wordpress.com/2012/04/06/the-ones-with-a-heart-break/ follow my blog if u like ,, i think you like 😛
Unsungpoet
06/04/2012 at 8:56 pm
This is amazing…I truly love your work.
ClownPonders
06/04/2012 at 10:09 pm
Really enjoyed this, great work!
Guy Nickwell
06/04/2012 at 10:23 pm
I’m glad you like it.
sorrygnat
06/04/2012 at 10:42 pm
Love it; love the images! gentle, lyric, mystic
Elena G
06/04/2012 at 11:02 pm
Wow..that piece is beautiful, thanks for dropping by on my blog and danke for liking http://thewritingcorp.wordpress.com/2012/04/06/writers-block-or-writers-laziness/_Writer's block or Writer’s Laziness
doosterama
07/04/2012 at 2:12 am
Hey Guy, thanks for the like earlier. I’ve been reading through your poetry and it is beautiful, thank you for sharing. I look forward to all your future postings! I love how it so successfully captures mood, it is a pleasure to read and I look forward to your future postings.
Guy Nickwell
07/04/2012 at 9:01 am
I hope my future works will awake your interest again. Thank you.
Soulful Effusions
07/04/2012 at 7:59 am
Thank you: foremost, for dropping by, it meant a lot to me; secondly, for letting me have a ‘feel’ of an autumn morning seen through the eyes of an eloquent poet. I rarely ever get a taste of free verse this good! Hanging upon every word still…
Guy Nickwell
07/04/2012 at 9:18 am
So flattering words!) I’m glad you’ve got the idea of it.
oshimaoftakamatsu
07/04/2012 at 1:04 pm
Beautiful piece! Thanks also for the like to my humble little scrawl of a poem.
Cranux
07/04/2012 at 1:40 pm
Autumn is the only sensation that sometimes breaks my trance of Spring.
Excellent writing, my friend!
Guy Nickwell
08/04/2012 at 12:54 pm
Spring? I’m sure to write smth about it.
vistna
07/04/2012 at 7:45 pm
Beautiful image and words
Lamozelle Blog
07/04/2012 at 9:13 pm
lovely!
themofman
07/04/2012 at 9:44 pm
Solidly written poem.
Becky Doughty
07/04/2012 at 11:12 pm
Autumn – The Third Season. It’s when death threatens but I dance wildly through the fallen leaves because I have the secret knowledge that winter is coming; that cold, dark time of turning inward and sending my roots deep, deep, deep into the knowledge of who I am becoming.
Lovely.
Guy Nickwell
08/04/2012 at 12:57 pm
So is your stunning comment.
ernestwhile
09/04/2012 at 8:24 pm
Yes. This is my favorite poem (and comment) so far. I learned early on through Robert Frost that the seasons can stand for the stages of life, but usually in autumn we are darkening, while here we have the darkness falling; the promise in your interpretation is wonderful, that there is something beyond and worth exploring, and that even when days grow shorter, there is still sunlight to be had. Within, or without.
Becky Doughty
10/04/2012 at 5:16 pm
Thanks for the comments – Look what you’ve started, Guy! Isn’t that the point, though, to make us see things differently than we’ve been told to see them? To come at it from the other side of things? I’m learning that my mind and spirit are two very different entities and I either imprison my spirit (the within) with the reasoning of my mind (the without) or I can loose my mind by letting my spirit take flight. It’s like asking “What’s next, Papa?” all the time – I’m afraid to blink because I might miss that moment when the sun cracks open the horizon or the moon opens the eye of the sleeping dragon in the night sky. It’s exhausting! And exhilirating at the same time. Who needs drugs?
Maybe this is just me being suddenly in my 40’s and wondering if I’ve missed anything…. If it is, I plan on having a spectacular decade!
Keep writing, keep looking, keep flying.
vantheman77
08/04/2012 at 5:15 am
Great poem and imagery. Thank you for responding to my blog.
Guy Nickwell
08/04/2012 at 12:56 pm
Thank you too.)
Subhan Zein
08/04/2012 at 11:23 am
Nice poem. I like autumn. 🙂
alundeberg
08/04/2012 at 1:39 pm
Hi, Guy, thanks for liking my post! This poem evokes the changing of the seasons very well– I can almost smell the crispness in the air.
Mike
08/04/2012 at 2:57 pm
Hello Guy, lovely picture and poem. Thanks for liking my post.
Rudy
08/04/2012 at 3:06 pm
Love it! Very moody, perfect setting for padding about the house in a sweater over a cuppa coffee.
Alex Fyffe
08/04/2012 at 4:41 pm
“Death has settled in the garden flowers.”
Great line.
Guy Nickwell
08/04/2012 at 8:41 pm
I hope you like the other lines too.)
susansplace
08/04/2012 at 7:27 pm
I love your poem, Autumn Morning, and the picture that accompanies it. Beautiful! Thank you for checking out my blog as well!
Nelandir
08/04/2012 at 7:31 pm
Znači, ti si pjesnička duša 😀
Now, don’t tell me you haven’t understood what I just wrote. How did you like a post in Croatian if you don’t understand Croatian?
Guy Nickwell
08/04/2012 at 7:59 pm
My soul is all-embracing. I don’t want to stint myself in anything.
sorrygnat
08/04/2012 at 8:19 pm
Hi, i responded early – but then I realized you wanted comments; imagery and moment live within you; i would suggest as i say to my students, “take out the ings – and put in present tense,” It makes the piece more immediate; later you might consider using verbs that own the action; i.e., “langorous darkness obliterates sound,” but you are definitely on your way! thanks for posting
Guy Nickwell
08/04/2012 at 8:33 pm
You are perfectly right! That’s the way of mine. And thanks for reading.)
Debbie
08/04/2012 at 9:18 pm
As an artist and writer, I notice also, your beautiful image. Is that your own photograph?
Guy Nickwell
08/04/2012 at 9:30 pm
I’m afraid it is not.
danroark
09/04/2012 at 1:40 am
Interesting poetry. And thanks for visiting.
isathreadsoflife
09/04/2012 at 8:41 am
Poem and still life blend in beautifully. Love those autumnal shades.
Thanks for sharing your poetry and visiting my blog.
kathryningrid
09/04/2012 at 6:41 pm
Beautiful both visually and verbally.
creativenoodling
10/04/2012 at 3:33 am
mmmm… Sleepy eyes. Not night. Not day. I’m feeling inspired!
deelaytful
10/04/2012 at 6:25 pm
sublime!
xoEvelynOrtizHasSpoken
11/04/2012 at 1:19 pm
i love the imagery !
My Tropical Home
14/04/2012 at 11:27 am
Beautiful, just beautiful! wishing you all the best!
Regards,
Mary
annisik51
06/05/2012 at 6:53 pm
… death has settled in the garden flowers … an exquisitely brutal image. It burnt my heart.
I can only have ‘hours’ as a verb! ‘To Hour’! This poem would be lovely to sing. Ann
www.roisinobrien.wordpress.com
28/10/2012 at 8:46 am
The final two lines are my favourite. Imagery galore 🙂