ABOUT TREES AND OTHER THINGS
The weakest branches
dried by a harsh summer sun
began to crack and fall
with a silent thud
onto the deep snow below
turned blue - gray
under Winter's moonlit night
surrendering with quiet grace
to inevitability.
Comments
The Changing of The Seasons
Comes every year, whether we want it to or not, just like our daily lives. We all at some point submit to inevitablity as we cannot resist what is meant to happen and what we cannot change. A simple write, yet such a deep meaning. :)
Yes. Thank you. You read me
Yes. Thank you. You read me well.
joe
:)
It is the truth....inevitability is all around us..like the changing of the seasons
The title pulled me in
Yes, the poem is simple and powerful.
It reminds me of a previous poem about an eagle...
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Thank you. Yes, very similar
Thank you. Yes, very similar themes.
Joe
I wrote a haiku for your Poem but can't seem to find it here, yours is good and as suggested a double meaning but we will just say the winter one is good as it stands lol, here's my slant on the Seasonal one:-
Summer bleached branches
Their inevitable fall
Now held in soft snow
Take care young Joe and keep them coming, Yours Ian.T
Sounds good Ian,:)
Sounds good Ian,:)
Dear Joe
I cant find anything to crit ... sigh sometimes your poetry makes me sad this one got to me
Bravo
love your Jayne xxx
Strong premoniton, my Jane,
Strong premoniton, my Jane,
The seasonal changes in one's life
give way to fresher encounters
all our lives
else life would have been a monotonous rose
if it had no colours
nor variety
I suppose
the sun needs to show more worth
by giving nature a newer birth
and
the rains ought to wash away
what you may call sin
and
the nudity stark nakedness autumn gives
must be once again covered
as did Adam and Eve
so life's humanity and dignity
remains constant
yet not still
in life everything is cyclic
like yours and mine
coming and going
Each of us has his season,
Each of us has his season,
Hello Joe,
Deep in its simplicity, and deceptively material, until it forces one to think.
I expect no less from you.
Most excellent.
Thanks, Jim. I haven't been
Thanks, Jim. I haven't been writing much lately, I appreciate your visit and comment.
joe
Hi again
Have to be a party pooper here and say you can't have a 'silent thud' since 'thud' means 'a dull heavy sound'.
oxymoron. :) joe
oxymoron. :)
joe
Joe
My interpretation of Oxymoron:-
I had an Ox he was a moron
and contradicted everything I said
in ways that made no sense.
I communicated with him
by a pin on a stick,
anyway going off the subject here are a few examples I found:-
Great Depression
Jumbo shrimp
Cruel to be kind
Pain for pleasure
Clearly confused
Act naturally
Beautifully painful
Painfully beautiful
Deafening silence
Pretty ugly
Pretty fierce
Love the word you found it can bring many poems out from some place, but I think a "dull thud" would fit the bill..
Yours Ian.T
lol. "dull thuds"...hmmm, Too
lol. "dull thuds"...hmmm, Too prosaic. I go for the gusto--while I still can :)