I Added Seasoning to this Poem

Digital Photograph by Glenn Buttkuss for dVerse Tuesday Poetry Prompt

Autumn leaf gliders pile up their brittle bodies against the blackened curbs; both hug and death throes.” — Glenn A, Buttkus.

Autumn shrugs off summer’s coat
leaves its leaves when it’s coldest
which is strange.  Surely hibernation
is better when your shoulders are toasty?

But the trees want to sleep without clothes
and slumber like the cryogenically frozen
a stupefied darkness of cellular nourishment.

I witness the middling of hot heavy June 
and know how soon the numbered days 
will shimmer and disappear 
into the rustic hug of fall 
growing rainbow rugged 
as summer’s last laugh dies 
and echoes in its throes.

A timely storm of seasons never forget their appointment.
Erstwhile, the man-made cracks in the pavement 
belie its hardiness.
Ephemeral stuff 
destined to crumble.
Nature, the more sophisticated maker 
would smooth it over 
in kindly greens
for she always prevails.

And though autumn would shake off 
her gorgeous final curtain 
let fly her romantic debris
as she turns over to ready
herself for reincarnation
she will still cause a riot
as she fat-lady-sings out of the door 
before finally giving up the ghost.  

Then enter winter
who smiles wetly in the rain
knowing Persephone
is dancing only with him 
before returning
to warm the earth again.


© N Nazir 2021

Written for dVerse Poetry Prompt: Exploring Minimalist Photos with dVerse host Sanaa Rizvi, and photos provided by Glenn Buttkuss.
Task: pick one from the selection provided and pen a response to it.
I chose No. 4 as seen above.

Collage Poems, newspaper & glue (sketchbook 2021), © N Nazir 2021

46 thoughts on “I Added Seasoning to this Poem

  1. I love the cycling and shuffling of the seasons here, and what moods they bring to the table. I adored these few lines especially:

    “But the trees want to sleep without clothes
    and slumber like the cryogenically frozen
    a stupefied darkness of cellular nourishment.”

    It’s that coldness in literal and figurative imagery that has me coming back to these lines. This is extremely well-written and beautiful. I also love the imagery of summer laughter dying, gives a whole new outlook on the warmth; and with how winter is dancing before the cycle ends to restart again, that is remarkable and great imagery. Beautiful, beautiful work, Sunra! It’s an honor to read you.

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  2. Glenn A. Buttkus

    Outstanding take on the image and prompt; unearthing a wider aperture on the Solstice canvas. I liked “the numbered days will shimmer and disappear into the rustic hug of fall.”

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  3. I love your description of the slow death of summer. So many great lines here, but I think my favourite is ‘as she fat-lady-sings out of the door.’ I love the time of year we’re in right now, and I’d happily stay here all year round. Maybe I should move nearer to the equator…

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  4. sanaarizvi

    My goodness this is incredibly gorgeous! 😀 So much to love here especially; “I witness the middling of hot heavy June and know how soon the numbered days
    will shimmer and disappear into the rustic hug of fall growing rainbow rugged as summer’s last laugh dies and echoes in its throes.” Thank you so much for writing to the prompt! 💝💝

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    1. You’re so right! It is! Damn. Now I have to rewrite the whole thing! 😂 ❤️ Love your autumn leaf emojis, I haven’t got those!

      Wait…trees aren’t ephemeral? Some have been here since time immemorial and are still here. (I’m just trying desperately to think of something that’s not ephemeral, ha ha!)

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      1. Absolutely! It always amazes me that a strong enough wind can uproot a tree. I also can’t stop thinking about your comment about how everything is ephemeral! It literally is. There’s not a single example of a non-ephemeral thing I can think of. Everything that began will end. Even the elements are ephemeral. Thanks for giving me food for thought! ❤

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  5. Mother Nature, the most sophisticated of magic makers. A real lady indeed and she makes room for all her children to fit nicely on her lap. Then sends them off with a smile on their faces. All else is ephemeral. Thanks for sharing your lovely poem.

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      1. ❤ The beautiful thing about creating is you can only get better the more you do it. And if you love doing it, then you infuse it with something even more real.

        I'm going to say muchas gracias just to say thank you in a different way, ha ha!

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