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Stumbling through the autumn rain
A lonely merchant on his way
the woods offer no place to stay
but suddenly, a light ray --
A sole flower withstands the storm
Blossoming, unscarred
underneath the soaking trees
to brighten up his heart
All months the same, October Rain
Washing the light and bright away
And yet here grows, this November Rose
Shining through this world of grey
A flower withstands November storms -
Sign of a chancing world
The showers and leaves
fall from clouds and trees
Yet the rose remains unstirred...
All months the same, October Rain
Washing away the summer dirt
And yet here grows, this November Rose
What's going on with this earth!?
A lonely merchant on his way
the woods offer no place to stay
but suddenly, a light ray --
A sole flower withstands the storm
Blossoming, unscarred
underneath the soaking trees
to brighten up his heart
All months the same, October Rain
Washing the light and bright away
And yet here grows, this November Rose
Shining through this world of grey
A flower withstands November storms -
Sign of a chancing world
The showers and leaves
fall from clouds and trees
Yet the rose remains unstirred...
All months the same, October Rain
Washing away the summer dirt
And yet here grows, this November Rose
What's going on with this earth!?
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A Phoenix Among the Barrens
I fall ~~
a wisping flake of frozen light
drifting gently to my resting place
among the ice-encrusted barrens
of a silent worldAmid that fall ~~
Life
Death
anew and anew
melting, forming, remerging
transforming my fractal existenceIn death anew~~
Awaken
Breakaway
realize the all-truth
that the dream
and days sudden ending
are one and the sameI arise~~
from glistening snow-ashes
a frozen forged, crystalline form
resplendent with icicle talons
as frost covered plumes slowly smokeA Phoenix Among the Barrens
I see and I hearA sound ~~
softer than newborn breath
carrying me up from dream
to almost waking's end
and back down again"I'll teach you...
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.:L I T T L E P I S T O L S:.
.:Little Pistols:. Up on my side, where it is felt I pack a little pistol on my pistol belt Eyes narrowed ahead, vision blurry, you carried on forward. You didn’t care what direction you were headed to. You never did. Your hand lightly brushes past your waist, where your pistol was currently kept. You stopped for a moment, looking down at what your hand was brushing against and bit your bottom lip, staying silent as you pulled it out with one hand and examined it. It brought back too many memories, flashbacks, pains of the past. Forget it all. Everyone says. Little did they know forgetting is like death. Waiting forever for the pain to su...
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She Holds Me...
The way she takes me into her own selfI am relaxed as she holds my body so close to hersWe kiss like no other is in the roomIs this the way I want it always to be?Of course it is...
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I started writing this at the start of November. My dad had just come back from a walk in the forest - even though it had been pouring heavily for about a week - and brought home a rose he found.
It made me think... if roses are growing in November now, what does that say about the earth?
Anyway, now it's finally ready and here it is
Critical comments welcome 
Preview Image: Raining Magic by *EliseEnchanted
Used with her kind permission.
Thanks to #dA-Talent, #TheSp0t, #Daily-Lit-Deviations, #EnchantedPoetry and #Rose-Passion for requesting this to be submitted to their group!
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By ~ShadowDragon973 
~Cait-Ry on my poetry 
It made me think... if roses are growing in November now, what does that say about the earth?

Anyway, now it's finally ready and here it is


Preview Image: Raining Magic by *EliseEnchanted


Thanks to #dA-Talent, #TheSp0t, #Daily-Lit-Deviations, #EnchantedPoetry and #Rose-Passion for requesting this to be submitted to their group!

Thanks to *DailyLitDeviations for the DLD feature and Daily Pick

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Under Creative Commons Licence
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I feel kind of silly critiquing you, because you're - well, you. Senior member and all. <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/a/a…" width="19" height="19" alt="

The only potential problems I noticed concern the rhythm. While reading, I imagined it more as a song than a poem, and so maybe the rhythm issues are my fault, because it read it incorrectly. However, considering I think it flows well enough to be a song, obviously I thought the flow was good overall.
Your rhythm starts off well, but it just stalled out for me at "light ray". The line feels too short and just doesn't mesh with the rhythm of the rest of the stanza. Even if you just added an extra syllable, such as changing "light" to "shining" or "gleaming", etc. I do realize that poetry doesn't require the EXACT same number of syllables in order to flow correctly, but sometimes too much of a gap in the amount of syllables line to line can be a problem.
I would seriously consider changing "withstanding" to "withstands". In the first stanza you use it in, it makes the stanza flow better, and in the second stanza you use it in, it adds much more impact. "Withstanding" in the first stanza you use it in sounds slightly awkward, and it takes the reader out of the scene. Using a present tense verb in this case helps to suck the reader in more effectively, I think.
Your first stanza beginning with "All months the same..." is completely perfect as is, and is very effective.
Your "the showers and leaves" line MIGHT be just a little too long. It could possibly be changed to "Showers and leaves, from clouds and trees" gets exactly the same thing across with better flow.
I'm not too into the ending. The rest of the poem is more serious, and so the last line feels out of place. It's too informal and offhand. Maybe change it to "What is happening to this earth?" or maybe "Ah, the mysteries of the earth". Or something. Though I'm not in love with the word "dirt" either. I think it would be more effective if you used a more specific word. I don't know, "dirt" is just such an ordinary word, you know?
This piece reminds me of my own "December Rain" poem, a bit. I didn't steal the idea from you, I swear! <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/w/w…" width="15" height="15" alt="


I hope you found this critique helpful. Go easy on me, this is only the second one I've written. By the way, I'd really love to hear this as a song.