Behind brief, flickering shadows,
the invisible bones of nature glow.
Autumn sun burnishes leaves,
like gun smoke their incense breathes.
For centuries men have used their minds
to construct walls of different kinds
to repel enemies and protect
their property, kin and the rich select.
But nature has a single secret,
one she’s never very well kept:
winter threatens humans and the year with death,
but each spring nature always takes a breath.
Kim M. Russell, 12th November 2024

‘Red leaves against a concrete wall’ by Andrew Ridley on Unsplash
It’s Tuesday and at the dVerse Poets Pub Poetics is hosted by Melissa, who is keeping things ‘simple’.
She asks us to choose one photo/couplet pairing from the ones she has provided and let it inspire us. She says to “observe every detail of the scene set forth in the picture. Read the lines and observe what feelings they evoke… Reflect. Then share”.
There are no form or thematic requirements. However and whatever we write is completely up to us, although Melissa asks us to say which photo/couplet we selected.
I chose ‘Red leaves against a concrete wall’ by Andrew Ridley
—when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,
the single secret will still be man
I only looked at the image and didn’t see a wall but a floor… but nevertheless we both saw the death there somewhere (even bones). I love the truth of spring coming at the end.
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Thank you, Björn. As poets, we often cross paths of interpretation and meaning.
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Powerful, Kim! I love that “invisible bones of nature glow” and the truth that despite man’s continual construction and destruction, “each spring nature always takes a breath”.👏🏻
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Thank you so much, Melissa.
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I love that last stanza, Kim!
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Thanks Nolcha!
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i stared at that image until the wsll vanished to mist. Thanks for dropping by to read mine Kim
much♡love
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Thank you, Gillena, and much love to you!
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Great juxtaposition of color and shadow in nature’s not-so-secret mockery of human vanity.
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Cheers Brendan!
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I love the structure and rhyme that you have used, Kim, and I especially love those opening two couplets. Very nicely dine indeed.
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Thank you very much, Shay!
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Well done, Kim.
“For centuries men have used their minds / to construct walls of different kinds”
is a good fit for my poem.
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Thank you, Ken.
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The ending line, where spring “always takes a breath,” leaves the reader with a sense of quiet optimism and awe for nature’s enduring power. It’s a graceful reminder of nature’s resilience and the fleeting nature of human control. Brilliant!
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Thank you, Bing!
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I love your interpretation of the image and the lines. There is a lovely flow to your words and the finale couplet is stunning, Kim.
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Thank you, Punam!
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I love the contrast between the man-made walls and the openness of nature’s spring return, Kim…
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Thanks Andrew!
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Well done!
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Cheers Stew!
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Flows beautifully and I love the ending stanza.
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Thank you, Dianne!
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Beautiful, Kim. Love the last stanza.
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Thank you, Sara.
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