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It’s hot in Missouri. The summer sun looks down jealous of youth playing in the fields, carefree and careless. Kids drown muskrats with rocks in the stream, and have funerals for flies. Death watches, and waits for winter to come.
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Your poem is striking! —there’s a lot of vivid imagery in those few lines. The juxtaposition of youth’s carefree actions with the looming presence of death and winter creates an eerie tension. The line "Death watches, and waits for winter to come" feels like an inevitable conclusion, while the playful cruelty of the children (drowning muskrats, holding funerals for flies) adds a layer of dark innocence, almost as if they’re unaware of what awaits them. Amazing writing! :) Julie
deep and telling. we can't go back again but as my muse thoreau wrote, "we can live deep and suck out all the marrow of life." (and that doesn't mean that everything has to be perfect, less can be more).
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Thank you, my friend. I love Thoreau.
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he was a very cool guy, misunderstood and way ahead of his time for sure. he could always see the h.. read morehe was a very cool guy, misunderstood and way ahead of his time for sure. he could always see the handwriting on the wall and wasn't afraid to read it or write it.
I don't know that the sun isn't a villain here. He watches jealously the children he sees as careless and carefree... Then we see what the children are doing. Pretty thought-provoking.
Very gritty writing. You do this style well. Those not so innocent kids are completely unaware what lies ahead for them, and it’s not just the changing of the seasons. One should never disrespect the summer sun, either. His jealousy has a way of making us pay a price.
Your poem is striking! —there’s a lot of vivid imagery in those few lines. The juxtaposition of youth’s carefree actions with the looming presence of death and winter creates an eerie tension. The line "Death watches, and waits for winter to come" feels like an inevitable conclusion, while the playful cruelty of the children (drowning muskrats, holding funerals for flies) adds a layer of dark innocence, almost as if they’re unaware of what awaits them. Amazing writing! :) Julie
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..