Autumn is always a shock to the system Jacob, which we get taught every year when we are in school, yet they don't feel the need to warn us as adults, who all turn to children when they see it every year... Or is it just me that screams "Why are all the trees dying!? 😊
I would go further than saying its the hearts shelter that implodes. It feels like my soul has been given an enema, but I understand the difficulty in getting that line into poetry 😊
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
no, I scream that as well....
I had a beautiful one right over my house...it is about gone no.. read moreno, I scream that as well....
I had a beautiful one right over my house...it is about gone now.
trees like people...so beautiful in the autumn of their lives.
thank you, Lorry,
j.
To balance the seasons, mean to balance ourselves. Often, we allow then to lead the way but every once in a while, we take the lead and the falling leaves becomes something wonderful and not just something to spends hours raking up only to dump over the fence so they can decay. (Wow, that sure sounded like a downer, didn't it?) Still once again your words make your point in your style which has always been amazing.
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
if only we could rake up all our bad habits, our hate, our injustice and burn them like a pile of le.. read moreif only we could rake up all our bad habits, our hate, our injustice and burn them like a pile of leaves.
thank you, will,
j.
A hardened heart- I hope not yours.
The Autumn leaves reference at first mystified me and then seemed apropos, to death and loss of vibrancy and color. Some wounds never really heal, they are just covered over.
The pale as ash "hearts shelter"...the shell of a man or woman devoid of love- devoid of color.
This poem reminds me of zen stone stacking for some reason
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
wow, thank you, Amy....my heart hardened?
I hope never....because I do believe I would not be.. read morewow, thank you, Amy....my heart hardened?
I hope never....because I do believe I would not be able to write another word.
j.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..