Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Jone Rush MacCulloch for Roundup.
Next week I'll be sharing time with some of you in person at Boyds Mills (formerly Highlights). Hooray!
Today's ArtSpeak: WOMEN is an anti-love poem after a piece by Gabriele Münter. Sometimes I get tired of writing and reading poems all about how wonderful everything is—though I am most definitely in the "everything is a miracle" camp. Sometimes I get to missing loved ones who are far away—by way of death, geography, or life—and I like to put on my curmudgeon hat and write from that place.
I've done this before: Today I'm Feeling Autumn
Make no mistake: I love autumn! It's my most favorite season! Which makes it a perfect subject for an anti-love poem. Thanks so much for reading.
so what it's autumn
all those leaves crunch-crunching
squirrels squirreling
crisp air turning crisper so what
I am here and you are there
the fire we started just
embers embering now
All your disclaimers made me laugh, Irene. I often hesitate to share poems that are maybe how I feel in fleeting moments but not how I feel most of the time. Everybody's so quick to take a single poem and use it to label the poet as...whatever. As if all poems are confessional and about ourselves. Anyway, thanks for sharing, and I love how there's beauty even in your curmudgeonly poem. Because who could read it without hearing the crunch of leaves and the skittering of squirrel and feeling the heat of that fire we were lucky to have. <3
ReplyDeleteLove the painting and poem. Your sentiment is apt -- ironically, the beauty of autumn is the beauty of nature dying.
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