tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504381264366497570.post8401274229250700857..comments2024-03-22T07:52:09.997-04:00Comments on Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog: Autumn's Farewell SongJanet Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10126248666972072628noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504381264366497570.post-73959762647024326692011-10-31T15:37:59.861-04:002011-10-31T15:37:59.861-04:00Mike, words like this from a writer like you truly...Mike, words like this from a writer like you truly warms my heart. Thank-you:)Janet Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10126248666972072628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504381264366497570.post-70609923671289804492011-10-31T15:28:35.034-04:002011-10-31T15:28:35.034-04:00Your extended metaphor starting on line three and ...Your extended metaphor starting on line three and continuing to the end of line six is fabulous, and then you follow it up with the simile in lines seven in eight. Poetry at its finest. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.Mike Patrickhttp://thepoetsquill.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504381264366497570.post-64278856763156324282011-10-31T12:05:02.791-04:002011-10-31T12:05:02.791-04:00It came to me as I looked out and saw the wind hur...It came to me as I looked out and saw the wind hurrying them along...later I thought I should have perhaps tried to liken the wind to a chiding mother...Megan, I guess this is why I write so many poems about the same thing! There is no way to use up every idea in one poem. I began another poem entitled These Halls...about Autumn, but I deleted it and told myself...ENOUGH ALREADY! now I am restless, those 'halls, taunting me, calling me, perhaps to write after all.Janet Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10126248666972072628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504381264366497570.post-71309146695144924652011-10-31T08:47:16.264-04:002011-10-31T08:47:16.264-04:00Janet ~ the last verse is my favorite ~ I like how...Janet ~ the last verse is my favorite ~ I like how you made the leaves in to child-like beings, so sweet :) Loved reading your rose-colored glasses comment :) I may have to invest in a pair of those myself!Lilac & Lavenderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18310795393642483522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504381264366497570.post-41076551923809974942011-10-29T21:15:07.082-04:002011-10-29T21:15:07.082-04:00Hi Mary, I think most of the color left here is a ...Hi Mary, I think most of the color left here is a tired yellowy-greeny-brown:(( UNLESS I wear the sunglasses I bought a little wile ago. It's the best Two dollars I've ever spent...I was marveling at the beauty, while driving home, (the day i bought them) and none of my kids seemed very excited, then I lifted my glasses and realized something. Life IS sweeter through rose-colored glasses:)These are an amber-gold actually and intensify every color of nature somehow. This afternoon on my way home with my son I was commenting on the beautiful sky and he says, Mom, can i have your glasses for a sec?...he puts them on 'yup, it's the glasses'...<br /><br />Do you live in Wisconsin? My hubby drives to Green Bay almost every week!Janet Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10126248666972072628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504381264366497570.post-63454624826413839702011-10-29T20:39:20.509-04:002011-10-29T20:39:20.509-04:00Autumn's farewell is bittersweet indeed. I ha...Autumn's farewell is bittersweet indeed. I had thought we had lost all color here, but I was pleasantly surprised when I noted some trees with brilliant red today, but it will not be long.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.com