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Through the picture window in my home,
I watched spring budding and greening my world
Day by day, rain by wind, dark cloud by blue sky
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Seems that the poetess has mentally prepared to meet the end but she takes pleasure in listening to the poetry of earth. A fantastic poem. Top score.
There's something about your style of writing, always full of spirit. I love your natural flow of words. An amazing work of art. Thanks for sharing and do remain blessed my friend.
Chinedu- -you always encourage me to reach higher go further - -that's the definition of a true friend of literature! ! ! - -I cannot thank you enough for your comments and for your examples of powerful writing. Remain blessed as well! ! !
Season by season, the same variations of song and dance, life renews and commence, death prevails and descends, the same fluctuations, different birds, the same old song, from green to gold the leaf's march on. I see this as a voice of the observer, who looks at the world but somehow is not part of it, physically or mentally, a prisoner to natures tempests. The world never ends with a bang, just a long pause that lingers.
The way the climate change and rate of pollution is going I believe the world will die fairly suddenly- -but like you not with a bang- - that delicate balance once imbalanced will not waver to and fro- I believe it will tank in a matter of four or five years and people will be trying to live underground or on other planets but most of us will die of the incredible heat or freeze.
Muse of life! ! Beginning and the end! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thank you for reading and commenting on this piece. I appreciate it!
Beautiful music being played for different seasons. Yet somewhere it get stuck on pain at the end of each season. This cycle keeps on moving though it comes with lot of joy and a bit of pain. I loved the theme. As usual your poems are brilliant to read.
Thank you, Geetha, cycles... yes, life comes and goes in cycles and seasons... good times and bad times, happy times and sad times... they all come and they all go. Thank you for always reading with a perceptive eye.
Thanks for sharing Ms Williams... And since you permitted me to post comments divided into multiple parts, I am making myself feel at home: -) : -) : -) Have a wonderful day ma'am: -)
Oh, please do make yourself at home here! Not only with my work but with all the members' work here. You are such a jewel- -you sharpen my wits, my thoughts. And please feel free to bring up what you see as lacks, or missteps, or whatnot. You have a wonderful blessed day too, my new friend! :)
By the way, I am writing a series of books. One of the characters is called Mr. Red. Spooky, huh! ! ! And another by the way, I shall never call you Red Idiot. Never. Even if you explain the story behind that name. But I wouldn't mind knowing why - -subtle hint, subtle hint, subtle hint!
So many questions. And now that I have written it down, I almost feel that the 'they' talked of here are not referring to others, but to oneself! Well, of course, this is now either cracking this poem or going conspiracy theory level of *analysis*, but I do feel this is a poem, where a dying person is actually addressing their own youth. Why stays behind the window is memories. And it is to this 'self in memory' that the person is talking to - to themselves...
Yes yes yes yes yes! ! ! ! You are onto what I was trying rather sneakily to get across through emotions and images and word sounds and so on. Oh we could talk for hours on the mysterious author encoding a message into his work vs the reader's interpretation is as valid if not more than the author's intention! ! !
Also, Simon Says and Follow the Leader? - - Merely obeying in life? A life not lived on one's own terms? Maybe, or maybe here I am reading too much into this... But, it almost made me wonder if that was a hint at letting those people still full of life know that merely 'following' orders, being the sheep in a herd will not get them anywhere? ?
I love what you are getting out of this piece. That is what literature is supposed to do. Get into the readers' heads- broaden their horizons- get them to enjoy their souls. While you see deep into my words here than I intended, I believe that your interpretation is as valid if not more than my intent. I am sitting here wishing I had created your reactions deliberately! ! ! You are fascinatingly deep, Mr. Red. I learn more and more about my poem and writing the more you delve.
And finally there is the use of words/sounds that is soul of this poem.... The representations are really good and server, as far as I feel, a fundamental purpose in your poem.... 'Day by day, rain by wind, dark cloud by blue sky' in the first stanza; 'branch to branch to branch' in the second made me feel that you were alluding to the repetitive, mundane aspect of human existence...
You caught me out. I love words and the sounds of words and the delicate differences in the meaings of similar words and the pairing of words for effect and for the rhyming of words to get an emotional impact into the reader.
Reply Part 2. The day by day etc was me trying for the passage of time and yet the continuity, the eternity, of it, the similarity of the years yet the glory of their dissimilarity. Years pass so quickly but years also come to replace them. There is comfort in the repetitive, mundane aspect - more so to the person whose life span is closing.
Part 3. The young, rightfully so, adventure in the days of their young life, play in it, denigrate it for its repetitiveness, mundaneness [I like to make up words too] Branch to branch to branch was me trying to get readers' eyes following the bouncing bird as it journeyed through the bush outside my window! Looking so playful, looking so young, looking so healthy.
Then there is the use of contrast - you begin each stanza with something 'lively' and end it with the proper (is that word worth it here? Perhaps traditional is better) refrain 'While I listened to the end of days coming'.... I really believe the use of these four contrasts heightens the whole poem and delivers the message home in a wonderful (again, technically 'efficient') manner.
Mr. Red, you are a writer's dream. You better be careful, we'll all be clamoring at your door, begging for critiques at this rate! Seriously, you excel at Poetry Mechanics 451 and Literary Sense and Sensibility 581 and How To Get A Writer Motivated To Better His Work 601... Are you a teacher? If so, your students are blessed indeed and to be envied.
I really like the kind-of-a-refrain in the poem... 'Through the picture window in my home/living room/heart/soul.... Each words is trying to 'reveal' something more 'intimate'... So, the speaker goes from home to soul in four stanzas. And that in itself is tremendous. (... continued...)
Ahhhhh. It is ridiculous in a good way! Whew! ! Had me looking for cover there for a moment! Thank you for delving into the matter of the refrain in this poem. I had some real qualms about using it... it would be so easy for readers to skim over the phrase, thinking it was the same old same old. But you caught on what was going on so quickly- -the increasing narrowing of the focus. Thank you for the depth of your consideration of the attributes of this poem, Mr. Red.
Okay, this is ridiculous! It is so simple yet so much layered that I am lost at words... But, here we go....
Ridiculous? ? ! ! Uh-oh! Am I in trouble? ? ? ! ! ! Hopefully this is the modern way of saying that it is the opposite of ridiculous! ! ! I shall sneak to the next comment, my fingers crossed.... :)
POETRY WHICH DRAWS COMMENTS AS HONEY DO BEES IT MUST BE NECTARISH POETRY WHICH ALL DOES PLEASE URS DOES ALL CAN SEE NOW PLEASE ME READ ME AND COMMENT ON EACH I AM LIKE A QUEEN BEE BUT A KING IN NAME ONLY
Nectarish, hmmm? I like new words- we should be free to create them because words are our tools, we are not the tools of words. Thank you for your comment and for reading. I always return the honor of reading who reads me- to do otherwise would be arrogance. Thank you again.
As long s there is poetry in you, There will be life, No one can take this away, This right to write. So spring up and be merry Good poetry and good poets Forever young, Even when the game Is nearly done.
I sure hope you are right! ! ! ! Then I would be very long-lived! ! ! Love your comment poetry- -I hope you know how all of us are honored to receive these. Kind of like Valentines throughout the year! Thank you, best of friends. It was a blessed day when I met you on PH! ! ! !
I feel the same, blessed and honored to know you, read you and have you as my friend. From the very first lines you wrote for my lonely moon, I knew you were different, blessed by gods of human kindness and talent and that we would be friends for good and very soon and that I would no longer have to imagine the world as I feel it and see it alone. Bless you, now and always, for your understanding, kindness and compassion.
Surely the signs are there for the impending end. Beautifully crafted