Snapshot 29 September 02004

when the muse goes
what is left?
      -- only autumn

      

UPDATE:  Hmm, maybe I could make this a little love poem:

when you go
what is left?
      -- only autumn

      

What do you think?

Andrew suggests:

when he goes
what is left?
      -- only autumn

      

Patia offers:

when you go
what is left?
      -- only love

      

From Cindy:

when he goes
what is left?
      -- dirty dishes

      

From Roger:

when they go
what is left?
      -- tranquility

      

From Liz Kirby:

When Autum goes
what is left?
      -- Another season.

      

Cathy has done something a little different, using my poem as the first stanza of a new piece:

when the muse goes
what is left?
      -- only autumn

And from there-
you’ll let the worries
fall with the leaves.

      

Dave, following Cathy's lead, offers:

when the muse goes
what is left?
      -- only autumn
each morning the once-
free leaves of grass
made to rime
by frost.

      

From Patrick:

only autumn
as you go
comes winter

      

From Kalamity:

When the muse goes
with the crows
what is left?
-- only autumn
cool weather,
leaves and feathers

      

From mjones:

Look, the tree is red!
Look!
           My son is enraptured.
Autumn needs no muse.

      

Have we begun another collaborative poem dance?  Crows is my favorite post ever; let's do it again!  Use at least one line from a previous poem; leave your poem in the comments (or email me); and I will bring it up to add to the dance.

Comments

[Patia]

I like it.

Or,

when you go
what is left?
-- only love

I suppose that's boring.

[cindy]

When he goes
what is left?
--dirty dishes

[Roger Collett]

when they go
what is left?
--tranquility

[Cathy]

This what I came up with

{yours}
When the Muse goes
what is left
–only autumn

And from there-
you’ll let the worries
fall with the leaves.
(my part)

[Dave]

[a punful experiment]

when the muse goes
what is left?
only autumn.
each morning the once-
free leaves of grass
made to rime
by frost.

[patrick mcmanus]

hi Sharon I enjoy all this -here's a try

only autumn
as you go
comes winter

patrick

[Kalamity]

When the muse goes
with the crows
what is left?
-- only autumn
cool weather,
leaves and feathers

[mjones]

Look, the tree is red!
Look!

My son is enraptured.

Autumn needs no muse.