Sunday, August 26, 2012

On the Cusp


Big Room, 1948, by Andrew Wyeth


The shadows wane against the wall
as summer burns and slowly turns,
ebbing quietly to fall.

The trees take on a different hue,
blazing bright in fading light…
A hundred thousand words imbue--

yet insufficiently recite,
nor validate, substantiate
these visions captured in our sight

Ambivalent, the songbirds sing --
their hearts rejoice with tempered voice
while dormant winter waits in wing.

© Ginny Brannan   August 2012

Written for The Mag #132
Image provided by Tess Kincaid. She provides the image, and we, the story!!

Sharing at d'Verse Poets Pub Open Link Night #59

24 comments:

  1. i dunno if that last comment took or not....but i cant wait for that change...it was beastly hot again this afternoon...30 degree change from this morning and in the 90s....fall is my fav time of year...for many reasons...smiles...

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  2. love the sound in the last lines, like the song of those birds

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  3. Waiting for that cool, crisp autumn air, Ginny. I love that you looked beyond the room to the world outside. Brilliance, with a wonderful rhyme. =D

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  4. I absolutely love the rhyme and rhythm throughout, Ginny! I can't wait for fall either!

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  5. Yes, dormant winter, I am actually looking forward to a bit of it. Nice write!

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  6. love it...can't wait for autumn....the air tells me its just around the corner..x

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  7. Just my cup of tea.
    (Spice tea, in honor of fall.)

    =)

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  8. This is really lovely Ginny. The rhythm is like the ticking of the clock, and the clever internal rhyme on the second line is almost like an echo. The whole piece is so apt for the prompt and sums up the fading summer colours so well.

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  9. The heat being gone is nice but being that much closer to winter sucks and nice rhyme flow too.

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  10. I am feeling crisper mornings already. Your piece is really lovely and made me long for the change

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  11. I agree--I am longing for a change of seasons, myself.

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  12. This is really a masterpiece of rhythm, rhyme and tone. Just great. I admire the way you can put so much into just of handful of stanzas/lines. Fine job.

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  13. The very top of the maple outside my window here is all blazing orange. It's right on the cusp. Lovely write.

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  14. This poem has a musical quality - I like the way the last line of each verse suggests a softening and slowing, especially the first:

    ebbing quietly to fall.

    which resonates very gently....

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  15. You really do capture the ambivalence of the season changing here--I used to hate autumn when I lived up north because it ushered in the long and dreary winter. It has a bit of a better flavor these days, after summers in the triple digits. Love the ending lines, and the use of rhyme throughout.

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  16. while dormant winter waits in wing... so beautiful. NC has a long, long autumn! I think it is my favorite thing about living here.

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  17. Oh those wonderful end-rhymes and internal-rhymes, and the sonorous musicality of the words you use. Evoking the waning light and the passing season and coupled with a Wyeth... how can one resist?

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  18. You transitioned well, especially in a poem about transitions. So good to read your work again, Ginny.

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  19. really nice Ginny. Really a great take on the image at Magpie. Outstanding book end stanzas here, frame this piece so nicely. Thanks

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  20. :ovely rythm, lovely words.

    Anna :o]

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  21. i like your rhythm here and how you paint an autumnal picture with your words..always a bit sad when summer goes but love the autumn colors..so..smiles

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