Autumn Atmosphere
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Autumn Atmosphere


The stray dog doesn't know it but somehow knows it,
the family doesn't know it but somehow knows it,
the rain and the trees with the rain in them somehow know,
the atmosphere somehow,
the culture doesn't know but somehow knows it,
the dreams don't know but somehow know,
they feel as I know it in me. 
As the dog disappears, glimpse of tail, in the bush.
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(07-11-2022, 07:15 AM)rowens Wrote:  Autumn Atmosphere


The stray dog doesn't know it but somehow knows it,
the family doesn't know it but somehow knows it,
the rain and the trees with the rain in them somehow know,
the atmosphere somehow,
the culture doesn't know but somehow knows it,
the dreams don't know but somehow know,
they feel as I know it in me. 
As the dog disappears, glimpse of tail, in the bush.
Always enjoy reading and writing poems of this sort of construct. It forces a careful read. I think this one comes across perfectly other than in the penultimate line. I don't like that it slows me down before the end line.
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I got drunk and wrote six poems within the last hour.

I'll save the rest for other days.

This poem, the second to last line, what was going on as I was writing that was this:

I'm uncertain that they feel what I feel about these autumn feelings.
I'm saying that they, or rather, I, don't know and can never know, if they feel that profound feeling I feel.

The feeling is what is uncertain.
I can explain and relate with the general idea and concept. But that feeling . . . ? . . .
And I'm saying that I hope knowing will suffice. At least until I can ever experience otherwise. 

Does that make sense?

So the second to last line, looking it over, is saying that they know that they feel what I feel. I'm saying that, I want that, but I don't know that they feel that way. My knowing is not for sure. And that explains the awkward phrasing on my end. How about yours?

More than the poem, I would like to know that people feel the same way, or close, to how I feel, these little nuances in fall. Little things. Like a dog in a bush on an autumn day. The connotations such stirs.

Or do I have to invent or reinvent that through art. Seems a shame.

A shame for me. Others probably have their own unique feelings.
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