the dread of autumn’s tungsten dearth
its rotting shrouds that fructify
nefarious booze, to drunken mirth
with lies of blissful apple-pies
we sashay to its threnodies
and warm our hands in crucibles
with false cattleya remedies
we’re lonely in our cubicles
From Wikimedia Commons
Yet again I write to my own lqw wordle. I love complicated words, but to form them into poetry is extra fun. Autumn is here, and with that a twinge of depression.
I link this to Real Toads OLM.
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September 22, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
loneliness and autumn go hand in hand infact no one is more lonely than autumn.
Thoughts, I underwrite … 🙂
the loneliness of life’s rote well captured
gracias
Thank God for Dictionary.com!
Bjorn, That was quite an undertaking. I congratulate you. Well done. 🙂 —Susan
I had to hit the thesaurus…”we sashay to its threnodies”..I found the line most interesting…
Quite a plethora of words to work with here, Bjorn. I have to say that I am very grateful never to have been forced to work in such cubicles.
Life and loneliness can be like working in a cubicle…BJorn. Autumn certainly does have that feel to it. This is a lovely write!
I’m smiling, Bjorn. At first I was about to get my dictionary. Good choice of made up words. My twin sons talked to each other with made up words before they began talking with us.
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I must say, to read this out loud is so FUN!!!
Those concrete boxes filled with divides. I always felt as lonely as I ever felt entering their doors.
Nice handling of last week’s disparate words — or what “Jim” calls “made up” words (ha) — and the irony of loneliness in a crowd (of cubicles in Autumn, and such…).