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Though Autumn Wears...

a modified pantoum

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Comment from tdragonfly
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Very nicely done. Fall is my favorite time of the year. I can just see the leaves turning beautiful yellow and red as she puts on her robe. And bare when she removes them for winter.

 Comment Written 12-Sep-2014


reply by the author on 13-Sep-2014
    Thank you, tdragonfly, for your thoughtful review :-) Brooke
Comment from lancellot
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Very interesting. I have always thought of the Fall season as a warning. A natural time piece that tells you winter, and potential death is near. If nature was a woman then, I guess she would wear fall, like a brown cloak.

 Comment Written 12-Sep-2014


reply by the author on 13-Sep-2014
    Thanks so much, lancellot :-) Brooke
Comment from Jumbo J
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Hi Brooke,
this wonderful refrain with so much grace took my Autumn breath away... what it's Spring here? Ah, well it still left me lingering in thought and remembrance of a time when life seemed to have a certain innocence to it.

This dear Brooke was one beautiful ride, your construction of this pantoum was a smooth flowing-- and special poem... the magic in your metaphors just added to the perfection I am always use to seeing every time I read one of your poems... but of course this write took on a whole different direction than your usual bright and playful poems... but I loved it all the way.

With our thoughts we create,
a time to reflect,
James xx

******Stars!!!!!!

 Comment Written 12-Sep-2014


reply by the author on 13-Sep-2014
    James, thank you so much :-) Brooke
Comment from mshirachot
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Autumn is my most favorite time of year. Who does not simply love all it's dazzling colors. This pantoum poem expresses the very nature of Autumn...all the glory leading up to the bleakness.

I do have to admit that your author's notes threw me a little bit, Brooke, with the reference to the date...and the beauty of Autumn. It was a sobering thought that took my eyes away from the beauty. But perhaps, that was your intent? Sort of a subtle message of how our breath was stolen on that same date in 2001...not by beauty but by tragedy.

Still yet...great job on the poem. I read it a couple of times, and almost did not review it...but then decided to come back.

Blessings and hugs,
Marsha

 Comment Written 12-Sep-2014


reply by the author on 13-Sep-2014
    Marsha, thank you so much :-) That morning, I remember talking to people at school about the exceptional beauty outside. It has always been what sticks most in my mind about the irony of watching the sky turn black on the TV screen while it was still perfect outside our window. Brooke
reply by mshirachot on 15-Sep-2014
    You are kindly welcome, Brooke. Thanks for sharing further on that. What you said makes perfect sense. I was traveling, at a trade show. I delayed getting to my booth to catch up on correspondence with home while enjoying the view in my super nice hotel room; when a friend messaged me and asked if I had seen the news. Most of the trade show troupe spend the next several hours in the hotel lobby as we watched the tragic events unfold. Yes, I will remember that morning in Greenville SC as long as I live. Marsha
Comment from mermaids
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This is a poem with an eery feel to it. In the context of Sept.11,the theme is fitting. I never saw Autumn as bringing about death. The pantoum form fits the theme with the repeating lines.

 Comment Written 12-Sep-2014


reply by the author on 12-Sep-2014
    Elaine, thank you so much :-) Brooke
Comment from mauial
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I love the personification and imagery throughout, especially: Autumn wears stark robes of death. I also love the truth stated with this:

When Time, relentless, makes demands,
nobody dares defy its word,
for no one stops Time's moving hands --
as Time's the master, we the herd.

 Comment Written 12-Sep-2014


reply by the author on 12-Sep-2014
    Thank you, mauial, for your thoughtful review :-) Brooke
Comment from INtity
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Nice personifications in this poem. I like the occurrence of rhyme and imagery here. This is a distinct piece well written. Good job

 Comment Written 12-Sep-2014


reply by the author on 13-Sep-2014
    INtity, thank you so much :-) Brooke
Comment from Oatmeal
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Brooke,

Your feelings are expressed well. Well chosen words, colorful arrangement and wonderfully decorated thoughts. Your feelings are well expressed.

I saw no SPAG and no typos. Everything looked in place.

I look forward to seeing you again.

Love you,

Oatmeal

 Comment Written 12-Sep-2014


reply by the author on 12-Sep-2014
    Thank you, Oatmeal, for your thoughtful review :-) Brooke
Comment from Joan E.
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I admired your abundant use of personification and your unusual "death" metaphor. Your tribute to 9-11 is quite evocative. Sigh- Joan

 Comment Written 12-Sep-2014


reply by the author on 12-Sep-2014
    Joan, thank you so much :-) Brooke
Comment from Auroraboreal800
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Beautiful metaphor, and rhyme as well. My favorite season is Autumn, I miss it so much here in Venezuela. You have described so well the brief time to see Autumn in her full colorful glory.
Nicely done job Brook!
:)

 Comment Written 12-Sep-2014


reply by the author on 12-Sep-2014
    Aurora, thank you so much :-) Brooke