‘No blue without yellow and without orange, and if you do blue, then do yellow and orange as well, surely’ – Vincent van Gogh
Spring is always fresh and new with gentleness of pastel hues so delicate, tender, newly born on a gentle, breezy, sunny morn. But autumn still retains the blue of summer skies, the yellow glow and orange of sun in leaves. Better still the stains of berries red and purple, damsons, sloes; I’m happier when summer goes and autumn, free from morning mist, reveals the colours summer kissed. Kim M. Russell, 30th August 2022

For this Tuesday’s Poetics our guest host, Christopher, overwhelms us with choices. He says that ‘choice’ is a favoured theme among poets and has given us some choice examples of poems about making difficult choices, the wrong choices, and choices and consequences, all to help us make our own choices and craft poems to do with the concept of choice, in any style, form, meter, syntax, rhyme scheme, line length, or formatting.
I really enjoyed this, we all have favorites, whether seasons, fruit, colors. It can make choosing easier, I suppose. Well done!
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Thank you, Christopher!
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Especially after a hot summer, the relief of autumn is so nice… and you are given the freedom to do what you want.
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And write what you want – so many choices in autumn.
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I cannot wait for the coolness of the autumn season. I love how you described the colors of summers still present in the autumn season.
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Thank you, Grace. So much to write about in autumn.
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A beautiful picture painted by your words and the musicality of the rhymes. A delightful read.
Much💖love
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Thank you, Gillena!
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The fiery heat of summer becomes the fiery colours of autumn. Yes please!
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Bring it on!
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A very unique take on the prompt. I loved this poem. Very beautiful.
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Thanks so much, Nitin!
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Really wonderful poem Kim. I love autumn! 🙂✌🏼❤️
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Thank you, Rob!
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I agree with you: “I’m happier when summer goes,” and yes, what we get from the seasons is a little from the previous season. Two autumns for one summer seems like a great exchange for me, but we know there is Order in Nature. Loved your poem. Thanks for sharing. blessings.
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Thank you for reading and commenting, Selma.
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The rhyme scheme works so well with the movement between the seasons.
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Thank you, Maria!
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I like those while living in New Hampshire for three years. Here in the Texas Southeast, along the Gulf of Mexico we don’t have those. I wasn’t familiar with this tree of van Gogh’s. I do have pictures that I took of his orchard in St. Remy where he admitted himself after cutting off his ear. Search for his name on my blog and you can see it and compare with his painted picture.
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Your lovely poetry has lifted my spirits more than you could know, Kim. Thank you.
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Thank you so much, Helen!
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Very nicely done. Seems every season offers us interesting choices.
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Thanks Dwight!
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What a gorgeous write, Kim! You imbued spring and autumn with lovely hues. I also admire the lyricism in your verses.
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Thank you kindly, Punam.
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Beautiful. I love Van Gogh and his quote is married perfectly to your poem.
I especially like the ending,
“I’m happier when summer goes
and autumn, free from morning mist,
reveals the colours summer kissed.”
Although I prefer summer I do adore the colors of Autumn.
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Thanks Ali!
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Ah the message and flow so beautiful, Kim. And thank you for sharing a mulberry tree through VanGogh’s eyes ❤
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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