getting super pumped about the change of seasons.
(which reminds me that i'm totally not carpe-ing the diem)
october is nearly upon us, and today i can smell it on the wind. in autumn the landscape dies, and if that is what death is i have nothing to fear.
i'm wondering how many love poems i have written about october? several i am sure. there is something about the season that makes me more succeptible to romantic feelings. it seems like this is the opposite for most people; it is springtime and summertime that make them feel that way. well, maybe summertime is more a time for lighthearted lust. autumn time is when superficialities are stripped away, leaving a bare skeleton behind. the strongest, and most perservering part of me and of everything is exposed. my truest and deepest feelings and emotions can be examined at this time of year.
it is a time of peace, of silently giving in. yes, autumn is the perfect metaphor for falling in love.
i only wish they were more than scribblings on napkins or the margins of newspapars. the poems, that is. ones i have written. see they come to me at the oddest of times and if i don't write them immediately a chilly, whistling breeze will carry them away. i do remember one i wrote, because i wrote it as a song. such a sweet melody. it wasn't the best though, it was too long ago. 2002? i think so. i did write a lot of music back then. the problem with music is that its meant to be shared. i didn't want to share it. i guess that is why i never pursued that particular art form in seriousness. hm...
2004 was a good year for poetry. i was so inspired that year! and yes it was in that year i wrote the best october love poem, but it is lost now. i can still vividly recall the image that inspired it, so very perfectly. in fact its such a strong image in my mind, and it always has been, that i had titled the poem "the photograph". it was not about a real photograph, of course, but a memory i hoped to never forget.
oh, the image is there alright but the words to describe it are gone. maybe someday i will find them again.
there's nothing more to say now.
october is nearly upon us, and today i can smell it on the wind. in autumn the landscape dies, and if that is what death is i have nothing to fear.
i'm wondering how many love poems i have written about october? several i am sure. there is something about the season that makes me more succeptible to romantic feelings. it seems like this is the opposite for most people; it is springtime and summertime that make them feel that way. well, maybe summertime is more a time for lighthearted lust. autumn time is when superficialities are stripped away, leaving a bare skeleton behind. the strongest, and most perservering part of me and of everything is exposed. my truest and deepest feelings and emotions can be examined at this time of year.
it is a time of peace, of silently giving in. yes, autumn is the perfect metaphor for falling in love.
i only wish they were more than scribblings on napkins or the margins of newspapars. the poems, that is. ones i have written. see they come to me at the oddest of times and if i don't write them immediately a chilly, whistling breeze will carry them away. i do remember one i wrote, because i wrote it as a song. such a sweet melody. it wasn't the best though, it was too long ago. 2002? i think so. i did write a lot of music back then. the problem with music is that its meant to be shared. i didn't want to share it. i guess that is why i never pursued that particular art form in seriousness. hm...
2004 was a good year for poetry. i was so inspired that year! and yes it was in that year i wrote the best october love poem, but it is lost now. i can still vividly recall the image that inspired it, so very perfectly. in fact its such a strong image in my mind, and it always has been, that i had titled the poem "the photograph". it was not about a real photograph, of course, but a memory i hoped to never forget.
oh, the image is there alright but the words to describe it are gone. maybe someday i will find them again.
there's nothing more to say now.