.
Summer Solstice demands
the poet's art, but If
in February I seriously sing
of Autumn what will I sing
in Winter?
If I compose Fall when
snow still freezes around
cold howling winds,
shall I write of Spring
when the robins retreat
and draw valentines
in Summer?
Before the burning Yule log,
compositions for Easter will warm me
without sleighs or stockings full of odes
to the crocuses looking up shyly
as if green leaves had a need
to turn crimson and golden under
the heat of Springtime's suns.
As if the world needs poetry written
in synchonized seasons or celebration or
required only the birthday wish at funerals
I will write the day dark at brilliant noon,
hum unsingable dirges at weddings.
As if there was only one place
and time for celebratory creation
so that nature can be fine tuned
and the most popular fall pageants
occur only during the worst winter storms.
I will write what and when I will and let
the heart declare a verse to the time of any
season or fete for clarity and purpose.
I will allow the world to consider difference
and give late abeyance to nothing affirmed
as timely.
.
allets
02-11-13
945p
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I love it! It strikes me two ways: I live in an area with limited seasons, so the environment shifts daily at times, and it works so well as a metaphor for the emotional roller coaster of living an poet's life! Wonderful write, Lady A!
Thanks Beav
I just re-read and found yur comment 10-14-14 (only 3 years late, hmmmmm...) At odd with everything, the question is when to do what and how best to accomplish...the poet ponders, then writes it down imperfectly, almost randomly. Or something. :D
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I think maybe I am too young
I think maybe I am too young or something to understand this poem. :P I have trouble making sense of it even after reading through the comments. So greatful for this site and all the wonderful artists on it though! You are all an inspiration to me. :)
Yeah, It's Nonsense
It is where the words led me mostly, but seasonal shifts defy borders. Why can the poet not write of robins (traditionally a Spring image) in winter? I recently re-posted work I had unpublished and there were Kwanzaa poems, Christmas poems, spring, summer, fall & spring poems that were written and posted during those seasons. Sooooo, I challenged the when of writing about seasons. Simple. Or whether or not they can be read in the odd season. The questions were rhetorical. Statements to make you consider an idea in question form. The answer: sure, anytime works for Santa and that other bunny, the Nguzo Saba, or things growing in October. I hope this thoroughly obcures any possibility of clarification Danny. - Just Bein' Lady A
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This seems to be an old poem pasted now Respected Lady A
A novel idea.... Getting the mood during off season.. Difficult but not impossible for a writer of your ilk.Particularly liked the name of the folder ... BTW please do introduce LSH
©bishu
The Title of My Next Book
"Invisible Poetry" - Titles should ensnare the potential buyer. Picking it up and reading 1 poem is the hook. I am in a nonsence kind of mood today. Please excuse, Bish. :D slc
Seasons r where poets breathe best.-s
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