Summer Echo's Comments

Your poem addresses that familiar poetic issue of time - how we spend it, how we make it count, how we deal with its fleetingness.Your response to these questions is aptly contained in an image I really like: THE SONGS WE SING BRIGHTEN THE FLAME. / WE AWAKE ONLY TO SEE THE REMAINS OF DUST. You celebrate our joy and creativity for brightening our lives but don't deny (OR MOURN) the negative effects of time passing. It's awkward writing this explanation. When I read that couplet, the truth of it struck in a flash of understanding. I didn't have to think - that came later as I write these comments - Immediately my mood was uplifted as I grasped the image. And you then reinforced that uplift with your closing promise of creating NEW NOISE, Your poem brings SUN, SUMMER, SONG together to make such sweet promise.

lovely and fantastic as always dear ma'am... grace and fairness i see in this poem...