Though Autumn Wears...
a modified pantoum160 total reviews
Comment from Connie C
It truly was a beautiful morning on that fateful day thirteen years ago, before all of that changed to a world of dark smoke and tragedy. You do such a wonderful job of capturing the contrast here. I really like, Brooke, how you personify both Autumn and Time. Your last stanza, in particular, is especially powerful. I'm glad I have a few sixes left this week.
Connie
reply by the author on 11-Sep-2014
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It truly was a beautiful morning on that fateful day thirteen years ago, before all of that changed to a world of dark smoke and tragedy. You do such a wonderful job of capturing the contrast here. I really like, Brooke, how you personify both Autumn and Time. Your last stanza, in particular, is especially powerful. I'm glad I have a few sixes left this week.
Connie
Comment Written 11-Sep-2014
reply by the author on 11-Sep-2014
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Connie, I will always remember how perfect that morning was, the kind of perfect where people were commenting on it to each other in that brief time before the first plane hit. Thank you so very much, my generous friend :-) Brooke
Comment from Janet Foor
It was a beautiful day 13 years ago on that fateful day. I was working in the PA Emergency Management Agency office at that time and the horror was repeated on our big screens for days. You have put words to feeling that describe that fateful day. Sorry I am out of sixes as this is worthy of that and more.
Janet
reply by the author on 11-Sep-2014
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It was a beautiful day 13 years ago on that fateful day. I was working in the PA Emergency Management Agency office at that time and the horror was repeated on our big screens for days. You have put words to feeling that describe that fateful day. Sorry I am out of sixes as this is worthy of that and more.
Janet
Comment Written 11-Sep-2014
reply by the author on 11-Sep-2014
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Janet, thank you so much :-) Brooke
Comment from Drew Delaney
I think this is so deserving of a six star. The last one I have. You are so good at these poems and this form is beyond all that I care to create. You seem to just delve in and make the forms your own which I think is quite permissible by a professional bard.
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I think this is so deserving of a six star. The last one I have. You are so good at these poems and this form is beyond all that I care to create. You seem to just delve in and make the forms your own which I think is quite permissible by a professional bard.
Comment Written 11-Sep-2014
Comment from Trybuck
I'm not even going to try to write a poetic review for this one. It was a very beautiful day the day so many lives were changed.
Very well done, Buck
reply by the author on 11-Sep-2014
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I'm not even going to try to write a poetic review for this one. It was a very beautiful day the day so many lives were changed.
Very well done, Buck
Comment Written 11-Sep-2014
reply by the author on 11-Sep-2014
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Buck, you didn't write me a pantoum??? LOL Thanks so much for your generous sixth star, my friend :-) Brooke
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Nope, no pantoum from me... You're very welcome
Comment from Leineco
You have captured the, oh too brief, magic that autumn
confers to the landscape quite beautifully. Fall in the
Adirondaks (and the Catskills, and the Appalachians, and
the Alleghenies, and the. . .) is breathtaking when fall
hits its stride. . .momentarily stopping the hands of
clock, before winter shakes all her golden jewels free.
But I couldn't help but think of how amazingly clear and blue
the sky was, over those shimmering towers and Pennsylvania's
fall bedecked fields on that fateful Nine Eleven morning (which
your author's note evoked)
Nicely done Brooke.
reply by the author on 11-Sep-2014
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You have captured the, oh too brief, magic that autumn
confers to the landscape quite beautifully. Fall in the
Adirondaks (and the Catskills, and the Appalachians, and
the Alleghenies, and the. . .) is breathtaking when fall
hits its stride. . .momentarily stopping the hands of
clock, before winter shakes all her golden jewels free.
But I couldn't help but think of how amazingly clear and blue
the sky was, over those shimmering towers and Pennsylvania's
fall bedecked fields on that fateful Nine Eleven morning (which
your author's note evoked)
Nicely done Brooke.
Comment Written 11-Sep-2014
reply by the author on 11-Sep-2014
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I live outside of Philly - we were having the same gorgeous weather that day that NYC was - it really was an exceptional day, one that people notice during the commute and comment to each other about when they arrive at work. That has always stuck in my mind, the way I watched the footage of the sky filling up with black smoke and thinking, but it was such a perfect day... Brooke
Comment from l.raven
HI Brooke, as much as I love Winter...Autumn is the most beautiful season of the year...colors are amazing...and the feel brings you to life...I love your poem...and the picture...Luff Linda xxoo
reply by the author on 11-Sep-2014
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HI Brooke, as much as I love Winter...Autumn is the most beautiful season of the year...colors are amazing...and the feel brings you to life...I love your poem...and the picture...Luff Linda xxoo
Comment Written 11-Sep-2014
reply by the author on 11-Sep-2014
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Linda, thank you so much :-) Brooke
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so welcome you...luff
Comment from royowen
We don't enjoy the autumn you do, the vast majority of our trees don't decidue in Australia, so we don't see all the the bright colours of autumn, some say we only have two seasons, winter and summer! Beautiful poem, clever poem, all of nature wears a garment, it stores, protects, adorns, and for a brief time it advertise's dormancy, a renewal! Well done, Brooke, this is a beauty, nice abab rhyming, even rhythm, blessings, Roy.
reply by the author on 11-Sep-2014
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We don't enjoy the autumn you do, the vast majority of our trees don't decidue in Australia, so we don't see all the the bright colours of autumn, some say we only have two seasons, winter and summer! Beautiful poem, clever poem, all of nature wears a garment, it stores, protects, adorns, and for a brief time it advertise's dormancy, a renewal! Well done, Brooke, this is a beauty, nice abab rhyming, even rhythm, blessings, Roy.
Comment Written 11-Sep-2014
reply by the author on 11-Sep-2014
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Roy, thank you so much :-) Brooke
Comment from Zinnia48
This is such a lovely poem that tells the whole story of autumn. I usually focus on the extraordinary vitality of the colors, and slide around their story of demise. Robes of death, widow's frock, Time's passive heard are particularly poignant phrases. As always--Thank you! Caroline
reply by the author on 11-Sep-2014
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This is such a lovely poem that tells the whole story of autumn. I usually focus on the extraordinary vitality of the colors, and slide around their story of demise. Robes of death, widow's frock, Time's passive heard are particularly poignant phrases. As always--Thank you! Caroline
Comment Written 11-Sep-2014
reply by the author on 11-Sep-2014
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Thank you, Caroline, for your thoughtful response to this poem :-) Brooke
Comment from tedanytime
Great observations for Autumnal changes. Garb of green drains to true colors that draw forth words of joy.
Very fine rhymes...lines than compliment the changing robes.
Would that our lives might produce brightness in latter years...
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Great observations for Autumnal changes. Garb of green drains to true colors that draw forth words of joy.
Very fine rhymes...lines than compliment the changing robes.
Would that our lives might produce brightness in latter years...
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The highest and the lowest rating are not included in calculations.
Comment Written 11-Sep-2014
Comment from tbacha58
Nobody dares defy Time's word,
but there's that spell that steals our breath
when Autumn leaves Time's passive herd
to toss aside her robes of death.
Again and again Brooke, your doctrine written here is a rare beauty , with that amazing picture, every word means so much. You allow the reader to look read and think, and try to enjoy each and everyday. Beautiful new picture of Sawyer. Love him, bless you all. Love Terry xoxo
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Nobody dares defy Time's word,
but there's that spell that steals our breath
when Autumn leaves Time's passive herd
to toss aside her robes of death.
Again and again Brooke, your doctrine written here is a rare beauty , with that amazing picture, every word means so much. You allow the reader to look read and think, and try to enjoy each and everyday. Beautiful new picture of Sawyer. Love him, bless you all. Love Terry xoxo
Comment Written 11-Sep-2014
