I don't know if leaves and wind
do what they do to frustrate me.
I think they're subtle hints.
Swept up in labours, only
to wake and repeat.
Neat piles, created in calm, then
spread back before I have a chance.
My lawn,
pretty in green
prettier with golden litter.
One day I'll stop,
and when they're all still
see if I can arrange them better,
but I already know the answer.
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Autumn
Re: Autumn
No deciduous trees in my neck of the woods now but I well remember the autumn leaves of which you write. I also remember autumnal leaf smoke from my youth. I also remember after the ban on burning raking leaves into piles and then resting on my laurels only to have a wind come up. I also remember vowing to do things differently next time. Yep. Enjoyed the trip down memory lane 
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A curiosity not least for choice of subject - autumn - which is pretty staid and a title which is stunningly uninteresting. I guess the choice was deliberate. The poem manages to wring some originality from it nevertheless.
Some of the wording is not great S 2 L 1 and i would dispense with last line as it states the obvious. Anyhow it is a pretty little thought
Some of the wording is not great S 2 L 1 and i would dispense with last line as it states the obvious. Anyhow it is a pretty little thought
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Enjoyed this Colm. Nature has a way of resisting garden neatness! Neat lawns, but prettier litter 
Colm Roe wrote: ↑Wed Nov 14, 2018 7:18 pmI don't know if leaves and wind
do what they do to frustrate me.
I think they're subtle hints.
Swept up in labours, only
to wake and repeat.
Neat piles, created in calm, then
spread back before I have a chance.
My lawn,
pretty in green
prettier with golden litter.
One day I'll stop,
and when they're all still
see if I can arrange them better,
but I already know the answer.
Re: Autumn
Thanks to all for reading.
I naturally choose calm days to remove leaves. I have a reasonably small garden with a large raised deck that has three big trees growing through it. One, now a proud 40', was a tiny sapling growing in less than a handful of nothing more than dust in a damaged section of tarmacadam in our stone works. I was so impressed by its tenacity I decided to give it a chance and transplant it, not really believing it could survive the trauma. It's my favourite, and a constant source of inspiration. I digress.
This poem isn't really about Autumn. It's about life and the way we labour through it, how we strive (and seem) to change/improve it.
It's about growing old...resignation/acceptance.
I was listening to a really sad song (music always playing when I write) and challenged myself to write a melancholic poem before it finished (5 minutes). I had to play it four times. Wren and indar were also in my thoughts
I naturally choose calm days to remove leaves. I have a reasonably small garden with a large raised deck that has three big trees growing through it. One, now a proud 40', was a tiny sapling growing in less than a handful of nothing more than dust in a damaged section of tarmacadam in our stone works. I was so impressed by its tenacity I decided to give it a chance and transplant it, not really believing it could survive the trauma. It's my favourite, and a constant source of inspiration. I digress.
This poem isn't really about Autumn. It's about life and the way we labour through it, how we strive (and seem) to change/improve it.
It's about growing old...resignation/acceptance.
I was listening to a really sad song (music always playing when I write) and challenged myself to write a melancholic poem before it finished (5 minutes). I had to play it four times. Wren and indar were also in my thoughts
Re: Autumn
The subtext comes through loud and clear
Re: Autumn
The subtext comes through loud and clear