Cats and autumn both...
(Poem #578) Autumn Song The firelight glows, The embers sigh, We dream and Doze-- The cat and I. The kitten purrs, The kettle sings, The heart remembers Little things. |
Not the sort of poem I usually like - the word 'trite' did spring to mind - but somehow I do this one. Indeed, it's poems like this that originally led me to soften my stance on cliches - it's the difference between using a cliche because you can't think of anything better, and using it because it's precisely the web of familiar and comfortable associations that you wish to evoke thereby. No, 'Autumn Song' will never be the next great, original poem - but then, it never tried to be. As far as painting a vivid scene in pleasing verse goes, it succeeds perfectly. Form: Like the content, simple but appropriate - nicely balanced between minimalist and 'nursery rhyme', spontaneous and crafted. And while I can see why 'doze' was moved to a line of its own, I wish it hadn't been <g>. There's also a very refreshing lack of adjectives, something that does a lot to redeem the poem's triter elements. Biography etc: Nope. Kingman seems to have been an ordinary person who happened to write a nice poem :) m.
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