Poems such as this will live on in perpetuity, and no author who could pen such thought provoking beauty could be easily forgotten or replaced by a flashy new pen. keep warm and pen on through the winter, and in spring, all our thoughts will once again be on rebirth. I'll be expecting an ode to the robins come march sir!
We should be so lucky as the leaves of Autumn; to burn in a magnificent blaze before our fall. Let us not confine ourselves to the plain periods of mere mortals but end our poetic verses with exclamation points of blazing meteors shooting through the shocking blue sky! Eventually, we all feed the roots of another tree or we feed the worms that feed the tree. Take written pictures for the old photo album.
Posted 9 Months Ago
9 Months Ago
I like your reply much better than my poem.
Thank you for your words,
j.
9 Months Ago
Happy Thanksgiving, my friend. I know I'm a bit early in my salutation but it tends to get hectic ne.. read moreHappy Thanksgiving, my friend. I know I'm a bit early in my salutation but it tends to get hectic nearing the holiday here since I'll be doing the cooking. Oh, not that I mind. I love to cook, even better I love to feed my friends and neighbors. I'm forever sending out portions of my creation to my local guinea pigs. (laughing) No complaints yet though. Making traditional Thanksgiving dinner this year. It's not out of any loyalty to tradition but turkey was 29 cents a pound so a fifteen pound bird was $4 and some change. I can afford to eat turkey a few days. Hope your holidays are the best! F.
A beautiful piece, if not a bit morbid. Like others have said, our legacy is in our words, and they shall remain. To have lived and have done something with a passion... what more can we do? Hope this finds you well, cheers
Posted 9 Months Ago
9 Months Ago
definitely a passion...for the good or for the bad.
Thank you, John,
j.
We are all going to disappear one day, just like the crunchy leaf on the tree or the leaves on the ground that become mulch.... but that doesn't mean we are forgotten.... in fact our poetry is our legacy and will be remembered in every season. beautiful thoughts from an awesome poet!
Warmly, B
You are never going to disappear, Jacob. Your words will live on. I am sure your students will speak of you years from now. I like the metaphor of a tree losing its leaves. Good one. Lydi**
dearest Jacob… in Autumn’s glory is a painting of a Mother’s undying Love where she fades until her Buds begin to appear when Spring becomes blossoms of radiance… softly, Pat
Poems such as this will live on in perpetuity, and no author who could pen such thought provoking beauty could be easily forgotten or replaced by a flashy new pen. keep warm and pen on through the winter, and in spring, all our thoughts will once again be on rebirth. I'll be expecting an ode to the robins come march sir!
Such clarity of thought. Such beauty of words. It could only come from you. Yes, we must insist on life, hold on till the very last drop of colour is bled from us and even then refuse to be mulch. Nature must be awed at our resolve. We'll never die, ever. For me, this is a truly immortal poem.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..