09-26-2015, 10:18 PM
Alex, I didn't say shocking or confusing - I said punch - I understand what you're saying about "starting all used up and finishing into oblivion." but that's not how it goes is it? On the oblivion end of things, I mean. Autumn is coming, summer departs and the paths she takes in leaving cannot be seen so swiftly does autumn erase them at the same time filling the space with itself.
This change is not bland but dynamic, as dynamic as a tsunami. You say it's about feeling, ok sure, but the feeling I came away with was one just short of a yawn - the change of these two seasons is not like that at all - there is action going on in front of us on a vast scale and by the minute - and autumn has to do it's job quickly because winter is at it's heels howling mad dog wild all the way - the change you're talking about is not smooth but inevitable, snap! crackle! pop! & POW ! The poem you wrote is romanticised fantasy, a pretend world, nothing wrong with that but it has little to do with a flesh & blood world. No punch. - 3zu
This change is not bland but dynamic, as dynamic as a tsunami. You say it's about feeling, ok sure, but the feeling I came away with was one just short of a yawn - the change of these two seasons is not like that at all - there is action going on in front of us on a vast scale and by the minute - and autumn has to do it's job quickly because winter is at it's heels howling mad dog wild all the way - the change you're talking about is not smooth but inevitable, snap! crackle! pop! & POW ! The poem you wrote is romanticised fantasy, a pretend world, nothing wrong with that but it has little to do with a flesh & blood world. No punch. - 3zu