"Seasons" tell me what you think.. thanks

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edited January 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Seasons

By David Tupper



Seconds to minutes

Minutes to hours

Hours to days

Days to weeks

Weeks to months

Months to seasons

Seasons…

Seasons start with spring

Where butterflies fly high

And flowers bloom to a rebirth of a continuing life

Showing their beauty and that the winter months

Were no match for what was destined inside of them.

Butterflies dance around like new love expanding in your heart.

Flying around faithfully with all the happiness that can be

For their rebirth has given them hope that this year will be different.

For it’s a new season

The season of heat and passion

Where love runs strong

Rays beat down on us from both sides

The seas are calm and a gentle blue

Flowers dance together in the warm breeze

Like our hearts in each others hands

The butterflies are still there darting here and there

With passion and hope with all that can care.

For they need to be strong, for if they stutter

They could fall victim to the many birds of prey.

But they don’t stutter, but grow old

For the autumn breeze has brought the cold

Fall is here

The cold rains and the dreary days

Cast shadows on the flowers

They begin to die

With saved up energy and memories of spring

They give it their all to fight this thing

But to some the memories are old and to few

And it’s not enough to get them through.

The sun has set early

And the rays are not as bright.

The butterflies have fallen from the sky

In the darkness of night

For what was once day has now become night

It is hard to see which way is right.

It has become colder and began to snow

Covering the last flower

That doesn’t want to let go

He tries to breath

And see his friend

He thinks of the spring

The friend that gave him hope

The friend who gave him the butterflies

The feeling he got when he looked into her eyes,

Touched her cheek, kissed her lips, touched her soul

The friend that danced with him in the gentle wind

The friend he thought would last with him to the end

But it’s getting colder and he’s starting to freeze

He hopes it will last through this winter disease.
Hatford '96 Albany '03 Boston 1 '98 Uniondale '03
8/29/00 8/30/00 Boston 1, 2, 3 '03 Boston 1, 2 '04
Montreal '05 Ottawa '05 Albany '06 Hartford '06
Boston 1, 2 '06 Columbia, SC '08 Virginia Beach '08 Camden 1, 2 '08 Washington D.C. '08 Hartford '08
Boston 1, 2 '08
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  • FahkaFahka Posts: 3,187
    i really liked this ... specially the last two lines




    "But it’s getting colder and he’s starting to freeze

    He hopes it will last through this winter disease."



    great job:)
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    it is a good poem. it is somewhat sad. i do hope that you will meet many more friends in the future.. and i am certain that you will.

    don't forget that spring is just around the bend. and that no matter how cold the winter, there's a spring time ahead...

    happy new year!
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • thanks its not really about friends in general but the girl i love who doesnt know how she feels. Its like the seasons of love.
    Hatford '96 Albany '03 Boston 1 '98 Uniondale '03
    8/29/00 8/30/00 Boston 1, 2, 3 '03 Boston 1, 2 '04
    Montreal '05 Ottawa '05 Albany '06 Hartford '06
    Boston 1, 2 '06 Columbia, SC '08 Virginia Beach '08 Camden 1, 2 '08 Washington D.C. '08 Hartford '08
    Boston 1, 2 '08
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    thanks its not really about friends in general but the girl i love who doesnt know how she feels. Its like the seasons of love.

    i understand. your use of the word friend in your poem was the reason i used the word. you will meet many more "friends" and i hope that you meet one who knows how she feels.
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • yes, this is a great piece!
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • twin1twin1 Posts: 902
    That was a good read. It brought a tear to my eye. :)
    Our love must not be just words, but True Love, which shows itself in action,
    No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
    After you die...you know how to LIVE!
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