There will be no free fall
as if from grace
nor sudden slippage into loss
the sheen on everything refracted
in the cost of winter
it is our own reflection,
bronzed for memory
in umber and russet hues of dying leaves,
greening hopes now put away
in time to pose and stand with family members
A contest entry
- The Fall Of Leaves And Man by Synchronicity.
900 points, ended September 10, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Yea, I thought I was a bit slighted by the honorable mention. I sometimes think the judges don't see what I have said. Obviously you did. Hope your studies are going well. Bill
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Sincerest apologies
This poem is certainly deserving of more that an honorable mention. I am so sorry that I was blinded by the "flash" of another poem that I awarded silver, which was my first intention to award to this poem. That poet actually deleted that poem after the contest! I contacted AP leaders to move "Fall Fascination" into the silver spot, but they said I could not. So I do heartily apologize to you, Man. As you can see from my comments below, I was very impressed with this poem and I should have awarded it higher. This will have to be for me, a lesson to always follow that first instinct, and for you, that once again life is unfair, but you continue on, and follow your own instinct. For you, part of that instinct is to write insightful and thoughtful pieces such as this one. Please continue.
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god.
i love this...
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Reminder of the family of Man
This is an inspired expression. I especially liked how you described mankind's descent as "the free fall as if from grace". The "free fall" to me indicated a spiraling out of control, whereas you begin the poem with "there will be no free fall", you infer the control in Nature during the season of fall. As you continue to describe the splendor of the fall, "in umber and russet hues of dying leaves" I thought it most profound that you compared it to "our own reflection bronzed for memory". The two end lines are magnificent in, "greening hopes now put away", and the higher call of "to stand with family members".
This is what I had hoped to see in this contest, a reminder that we have a family of Man, a close family that we know of, and a broader family of all humans on the planet. Your poem brings forth the concept of the dying leaves leading to greening hopes, as the leaves do fertilize the soil for the resurgence of life in spring. When we remember to be compassionate and harmonious to each other, we can do the same for people all around us. It seems that when we forget to do this, we no longer help each other to grow. Our fall then produces nothing in the spring. What is truly wonderful about this poem is how you say so much in so few words. I do so wish I could do the same here in comments. Thanks so much for entering!
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