Snapshot Poem 11 October 02006

Did you know that leaves
don't fall, but are pushed
by their trees? The first
grosbeak came today.
I saw a tattered warbler
dead on the trail. Do you

think that absence casts
a shadow? How tired I am,
of getting up, of sitting
down, of moving slowly
through dense and un-
forgiving days. Dreams

follow me with their
yellow eyes, day after
day, only slightly familiar
and bringing no comfort.
I turned on the heat, though
maples are burning with color.

Comments

[Dave]

Oo! This is one of your best, SB. Very strong images and ideas.

[Catherine Fitchett]

This is wonderful, I love "dreams follow me with their yellow eyes" and of course the opening lines - is that true?

[madd]

I loved it, very powerful thoughts..does absence cast a shadow, put on the heat though the maples are burning...nice,thanks..M

[Nic Sebastian]

This is very nice, strongly visual, lots to like. Favorite parts -- leaves not falling but being pushed; the following dreams with yellow eyes and turning the heat up on the burning maples. Keep them coming! - Nic

[SB]

Dave, thank you! You know I value your responses.

Catherine, yes, it's really true. Amazing, isn't it?

madd & Nic, thanks for your comments -- it's so nice to be encouraged.

[Elaine]

Wow! I really like this. It starts out strong and keeps it up all the way to the end.

[twitches]

A very strong poem - from the very first line. Interesting, and the ending does not disappoint.

[Lynn]

Mmmmmm. I love this one. My favorite parts are the questions you pose and the ending.

[Crafty Green Poet]

Lovely poem, beuatifully written right from the first question to the final beautiful line.

[my backyard]

great first line!

[Pearl]

Nice fresh questions.