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 autumnAnd 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.
I like it.
Or,
when you go
what is left?
-- only love
I suppose that's boring.
Posted by: Patia | 30 September 2004 at 12:04 AM
When he goes
what is left?
--dirty dishes
Posted by: cindy | 01 October 2004 at 06:20 PM
when they go
what is left?
--tranquility
Posted by: Roger Collett | 02 October 2004 at 12:42 PM
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)
Posted by: Cathy | 02 October 2004 at 05:56 PM
[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.
Posted by: Dave | 03 October 2004 at 08:13 AM
hi Sharon I enjoy all this -here's a try
only autumn
as you go
comes winter
patrick
Posted by: patrick mcmanus | 04 October 2004 at 01:44 AM
When the muse goes
with the crows
what is left?
-- only autumn
cool weather,
leaves and feathers
Posted by: Kalamity | 07 October 2004 at 02:58 PM
Look, the tree is red!
Look!
Autumn needs no muse.
Posted by: mjones | 08 October 2004 at 09:30 PM