Hi Andrew, This one has me a little flummoxed. I get what you are saying about the seasons and night staying black and white, but to me, and this is only my opinion, there is something missing. Have no idea what, is just seems . . . unfinished?? maybe you couldn't quite get on paper the depth of your thought in this one. I'd be interested to hear your comments, alf
Hi Andrew, This one has me a little flummoxed. I get what you are saying about the seasons and night staying black and white, but to me, and this is only my opinion, there is something missing. Have no idea what, is just seems . . . unfinished?? maybe you couldn't quite get on paper the depth of your thought in this one. I'd be interested to hear your comments, alf
this flows really wetland i really liked it! I'm missing the snow for some reason right now so the image this painted for me was snow covered found with a grey hue under the darks night sky!
I like the poem. Simple and true logic. I liked it. Your words and ending is true.
"By changing colours, but not of night
Which remains black and white."
Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote
Strindberg said.
" When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..