How about having Extreme Writing Now delivered to your email box? Input your e-mail address below! This list is private and we won't spam you. I often wonder if I have true emotions and passion, or are they faux. I think I quit writing poetry 8 years ago because I knew the answer. I really don’t know how much longer I’ll keep this current streak of writing poems going…
The blades of the pretty grasses are now mostly brown,
bleached by the season of the sun
The Hummingbirds are sneaking their last sweet drinks,
ere they begin the southern run
The cool mornings and warm afternoons are growing quiet,
as the yards and streets are empty
The laughter of children is reserved for school halls,
And the days grow shorter quietly
the onset of autumn is truly bittersweet
Truth is shrouded by the marvelous colors on display,
the truth of winter we ne’er wish to meet
The pretty grasses die and the small children grow,
as winter creeps in to steal another life
The icy breath of winter finds its way into autumn,
calling the bride of death, winter’s wife
The barren and cold landscape of days just ahead,
seem much clearer than those far behind
Watching the approach with dreadful regrets,
brighter images fading in my mind
Beyond the masking colors, beyond the empty ice,
winter’s mournful tears fall
The forgotten blades of pretty grasses will grow anew
and laughter will escape the hall
There may be another on this very front porch,
one to see the colors of yellow and red
He may miss the laughter that filled the streets
and the pretty grasses ere they are dead.
© 2010, Alex Crabtree. All rights reserved.
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Faux? I don’t think so. This is lovely, Alex. A mix of melancholy and thoughtfulness. Those grasses were so pretty while they lasted.
I think the natural world is the most difficult to look at in autumn (except perhaps in Seattle, where winter is just an extended rainy late fall that will, by February, begin to shift to early spring).
But… it’s the preface seems to really invite comment. I have studied it several times over a couple days. So you, um, quit writing poetry because you decided you didn’t have the authenticity or emotion, and then you took the authentictity and emotion and wrote prose instead, on blog posts and lenses and…
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For me, poetry is such a personal exercise that sometimes, even though I have kicked those doors open, they slam back shut.
Prose, blog posts, lenses, etc. are much easier to write close to the core of the emotions and have the ability to skirt them at the last possible moment.
Poetry has no such safety net.
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Your poem is a beautiful, reflective journey, Alex. I used to write poetry — a long, long time ago — and I can relate to the emotional level and vulnerability necessary for this type of writing. Nonfiction writing in posts, articles, and lenses keeps those emotions safely in check.
Thank you, Jennifer. Yup, the emotional investment is great. No hiding behind facts, figures, opinions, or even fictional characters.
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