Here’s a new Folding Mirror poem inspired by the changing season; going to the Rose Tattoo concert, listening to Nick Cave again, as Rose Tattoo vocalist, 71-years-old Angry Anderson, being so engrossed in the music reminded me of the end of Nick Cave’s 20,000 Days On Earth movie (embedded below: especially the last few words about his creative process), and how rock n’ roll should be; and posts on WordPress by those who’ve visited here and I’ve visited there in the last week.
Planetary Journey Around Star, Rings In The Changes
I could live
until summer’s return
hanging in air
moving with wind
within September leaf
riding its veins
with views of
green, yellow, red, brown
but its waving last goodbye, to its sun cloudy sky
blue, grey, white, orange
falling to ground
remembering budding by
sourcing photosynthesis light
spring was magical
everything was new
but winter’s cold
means colours fade
The seasons don’t fight against each other, or argue about allotted times, but that’s because they are human constructions, and don’t really exist; although they are useful in dividing the ‘year’ into different weather patterns. In reality, our planet is just circling the centre of our solar system, because the ‘sun’ is controlling us with gravity.
Human Nature
Hi, this is William Wolfsworth, poetry correspondent at the Greenygrey inspired by legendary Romantic poetWilliam Wordsworth. The second sentence of the introduction was about Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem, which was inspired by hot sunny weather in Blighty over the last few days. The first sentence was about Reflection 12 from his 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections book.
Here’s Reflection 12, followed by the newly imported from fmpoetryinto the Greenygrey world seasonal mirror poem. As with most of the topics, it is an observation and comment on universal human nature, not inspired by anybody in particular.
Those who feel hard done by
often seem to want to get even
not necessarily with whoever
caused their upset
but with anybody
who’ll balance the books
return their equilibrium
as they see it
for the unloved to feel love
for the bullied to feel powerful
for the unlucky to feel lucky
for the poor to feel rich
for the insane to feel sane.
Sun Rays Dancing…!!! (Photo credit: Denis Collette…!!!)
summer can’t arrive too soon
although not expected until June
sun doesn’t know northern reasoning
each hemisphere’s split seasoning
it just sits centre burning fuel
although solar winds wave like fool
our planet circles fusion fire, life on Earth reaching higher
comets dance around gravity bound moons
shooting stars whiz space like loons
judged on falling brightness
without knowing journey light years
hot weather come what May
spring doesn’t claim every day
Times they are a changin’… Although summer is holding on in Britain, and could even be roaring back later this week, the nights are drawing in, and nature seems to be readying itself for the annual change from summer to autumn (fall). Over the last few days I noticed the leaves rustling in the wind.
They’ve probably done it at other times in the summer, and maybe it’s more in my mind, but the trees seemed to be shaking themselves up for the big change. Here’s a Folding Mirror poem it inspired, imagining what summer and autumn are saying in their greeting:
Camping Spring \ Summer 2006 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Good Summer Season, Warmly Welcomes Autumn
summer meets autumn
after year apart
shaking windy branches
upturned leaves smile
exchanging colours
under changeable skies
warm greeting over, time for disclosure
my best season
summer beams
for many years
autumn changes mood
I worked overtime
winter was late
The autumn as one of the four meteorological and astronomical seasons, the season between summer and winter. In the temperate zones it is the time of harvest and the leaves fall. In the fall of the northern hemisphere the sun moves from the seemingly celestial equator to the Tropic of Capricorn. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem was inspired by taking time out to look around his room and think after watching the Howl film on the BBC. Howl is about Allen Ginsberg of the 1950s Beat movement, and his trial for obscenity for his Howl poem. Marc looked at his calendar, and the days on it, noticing there were two halves of the October month either side of the 16th, which was tomorrow (now today). So he thought he’d write a Folding Mirror poem about October, and here it is:
Birthday II (Photo credit: MR_TMRW)
October 16th, 2012
Fifteen days, first half
my birthday’s shadow
hides the fact
my age says I’m
one year older
than the month before
first to fifteenth gone
Monday to Monday
midpoint time, midday Tuesday
Wednesday to Wednesday
sixteenth to thirty-first ahead
the second half begins
on same day
the clock ticks on
to cold dark
Halloween Samhain night
two weeks, one day
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