3 September 2017

Poem

19 comments:

  1. A very good description of the passing of the summer season.

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  2. Lovely. I especially liked "when dusk and dawn conspired" - right on the money. Fall is rapidly taking over here, too.

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    1. With that line I was implying that dusk and dawn were in some sort of meeting for in mid-summer in England the last vestiges of day can be seen after midnight with the first glimmers of dawn appearing around 2am.

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    2. Our dark and dawn are separated a bit more, but not by much - that's why I so liked your rendering of it. I am frequently up to see this happen.

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  3. That's what has happened here...winter, unfortunately, has slipped away...and spring has sprung!

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    1. Oz is stealing our summer! Give it back or you will be arrested.

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    2. You're more than welcome to it, Yorkie. If I could send it across to you, I would. I prefer our winter much more...I'm not fond of the heat and steamy humidity. Our winter here really doesn't get very cold...and on a chilly day and night, you can always rug up and get warm, but it's had to get cool when the heat of summer strikes with a vengeance.

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    3. I guess there's a lot to be said for cool, fresh air. You could always stick your head inside the fridge for a few minutes.

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  4. I'm not sure that another season is sliding in here. Today autumn/winter has arrived with a great unpoetic thud. I've got the heating on for the first time in several months (which switch-off in itself was a first for me). I wish that I could paint and write poetry.

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    1. You did some excellent painting at Gaz's house! Forget "Sunflowers" by Van Gogh and look at "The Door" and "The Skirting Boards" by Graham Edwards. Both masterpieces!

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  5. Interesting. Many things to like. I like the first few lines and last few lines best. In the middle Is so much alliteration it made my head swim (not a criticism, merely a comment). I like the word "flotillas" a lot, and the image of the seasons sliding in and out like tides. "Heading east" seems unnecessary. This has been one man's opinion. Overall, splendid!

    Well done!

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    1. P.S. - Please pardon any perceived cheekiness from this wanted-to-be-but-never-was English teacher.

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    2. Thanks for your reflections Bob. "Heading east" because west and south west winds bring good summer weather to northern England. When the clouds are heading west or south west that's when our weather is wintry. Perhaps I should edit the middle part... reduce the musicality... make the images more sparing. Perhaps a poem should sit like a bottle of wine for a while before tasting. This one was fresh off the press. I know you love poetry and I appreciate your honesty.

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  6. If it's a poem how come you didn't start it with Roses are red, violets are blue?

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    1. Roses are red violets are blue
      Arsenal 1 Hull City 2
      ...now that's poetic!

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  7. She has indeed gone. Or is going, anyway.

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    1. Hopefully there will be some flashbacks in the weeks ahead.

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  8. I love the blog post, and you helped me make such a fun card with it!



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