To Come With The End of Spring

To Come With The End of Spring

A Poem by Bear
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Oh, just my interpretation of the fallen leaves of autumn.

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Flames are all that is left,

                 the rest are ashes

                              in their fire.

         Soon all that will remain - - -

                the cold embers of the spring.

© 2008 Bear


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I don't get a sense of mourning here (or with Autumn in general). I sense the rebirth of the next Spring in the ashes of the last - I've written a sonnet in my Sensual Septet about it. Something about plants budding in rebirth but poor old humanity's had it - just one turn. I suppose it is all in how you look at things. Leaves - die - fire - ash - potash - compost - roots - feed - new growth - and WOW!!! It's Spring again. I like this poem but I feel that the wording needs to be tidied up a bit. I think it is the use of 'are' in line 2. The verb I feel applies to 'the rest' (not flames) which is a singular. Seasonal change is a very profound thing and I always rejoice to see it as a subject,
John

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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it's a beautiful little poem. i'm still trying to decide whether or not i like spring or autumn more. talk about tough internal debate. thanks

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful and lovely work. :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


What a beautiful, succinct work. Quite enjoyable. Thank you for sharing. Lovely imagery.
Light,
Siddartha


Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is kind of sad really, wonderfully written.....Kim

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

capturing season in essence, the imagery creates a beautiful scene, that plays out
with passionate effect in heart, I love the word choices you use to accentuate
the meaning, as well as the descriptive nature of the creativeness.

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

an unusual interpretation of autumn leaves.
i'm still tossing these words about...

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I don't get a sense of mourning here (or with Autumn in general). I sense the rebirth of the next Spring in the ashes of the last - I've written a sonnet in my Sensual Septet about it. Something about plants budding in rebirth but poor old humanity's had it - just one turn. I suppose it is all in how you look at things. Leaves - die - fire - ash - potash - compost - roots - feed - new growth - and WOW!!! It's Spring again. I like this poem but I feel that the wording needs to be tidied up a bit. I think it is the use of 'are' in line 2. The verb I feel applies to 'the rest' (not flames) which is a singular. Seasonal change is a very profound thing and I always rejoice to see it as a subject,
John

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Vivid saddness...mourning loss...hits hard

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Thanks for submitting this into my contest. =D
Nice imagery. =D

Good luck!

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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