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Fall

Nothingman54Nothingman54 Posts: 2,251
edited November 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Standing outside
Can you feel the breeze
As the cool wind blows
Leaves dance with the trees

The birds fly south
Along with the geese
The squirrels gather their nuts
As the bears prepare to sleep

The cold frost sets in
Plants begin to die
Only to wake up in the Spring
To start a new life
I'll be back
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  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    On the face of things, this poem is very simple, but it holds some very key themes that are in many of the most profound, complex works: change, apparent end of a cycle, followed by regeneration.

    This an interesting link, on regeneration/greening myths:
    http://www.suite101.com/article.cfm/jungian_psychology/89913

    What is it that is really immortal, in the poem? The earth, or what the poetic imagination allows it to be? I like your piece, because it implies - though never explicitly says - that the poet's act of seeing, and expressing rebirth in spring, is what gives spring an eternal life. And that is similar to the themes of a lot of Shakespeare's sonnets: that the poet describes nature with all its changes, and keeps its flux and change of seasons and experiences alive for us, in the art of words.

    SONNET 65
    Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
    But sad mortality o'er-sways their power,
    How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
    Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
    O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out
    Against the wreckful siege of battering days,
    When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
    Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
    O fearful meditation! where, alack,
    Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid?
    Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
    Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
    O, none, unless this miracle have might,
    That in black ink my love may still shine bright.


    I am interested in what the speaker of the poem feels, or thinks, about the role of poetry in capturing change and return. I think an extra stanza will provide this piece with some magic, some insight to the magical relationship or difference between art and nature. :)

    Thanks for sharing!
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I'll just clarify what I'm saying. I like what you've implied about the role of the poet in making nature come alive in the imagination, and I'd like to see it brought to the fore, just a little. Cheers! :)
  • jamjamjamjam Posts: 491
    deja vu

    youre on page 7 with me :p:)
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