Winds of Change
A Minute poem for the contest71 total reviews
Comment from Debbie Pope
I feel your winds of change, Tony. But for me, the green leaves are giving way to brown. Or the winds set them free and they just pile up and die on the ground.
I certainly prefer your world. I will think "away with death" today. I will watch the news looking for this hope.
Your poem is absolutely lovely. The thought of springtime mirth and hope tugs at my heart. I am pondering what you mean by "tomorrow's past." You don't have to explain it. Good poetry should often leave one pondering.
You are such a wordsmith, Tony. I enjoyed it.
reply by the author on 26-Aug-2020
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I feel your winds of change, Tony. But for me, the green leaves are giving way to brown. Or the winds set them free and they just pile up and die on the ground.
I certainly prefer your world. I will think "away with death" today. I will watch the news looking for this hope.
Your poem is absolutely lovely. The thought of springtime mirth and hope tugs at my heart. I am pondering what you mean by "tomorrow's past." You don't have to explain it. Good poetry should often leave one pondering.
You are such a wordsmith, Tony. I enjoyed it.
Comment Written 26-Aug-2020
reply by the author on 26-Aug-2020
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Thanks, Debbie. Lovely comments, as always, and much appreciated.
Best wishes, Tony.
Comment from Mastery
Brilliant poetry, my friend.
There re so many images painted in this presentation, like:
"It gives a tug and sets them free
of winter's tree,
transformed, at last;
tomorrow's past."
Sort of makes me sorry summer is coming to a close. :( Bob
reply by the author on 26-Aug-2020
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Brilliant poetry, my friend.
There re so many images painted in this presentation, like:
"It gives a tug and sets them free
of winter's tree,
transformed, at last;
tomorrow's past."
Sort of makes me sorry summer is coming to a close. :( Bob
Comment Written 26-Aug-2020
reply by the author on 26-Aug-2020
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Thanks for looking in on this one, Bob, and for the sixth star. Appreciated, as always. Tony.
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:) Bob
Comment from Boogienights
I Love the cadance and imagery you created in this piece. Nature is a favorite subject of mine, I'm guessing that wherever you are, you're on the verge of spring. Where I live winter looms large. Thanks for this beautiful poem.
reply by the author on 26-Aug-2020
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I Love the cadance and imagery you created in this piece. Nature is a favorite subject of mine, I'm guessing that wherever you are, you're on the verge of spring. Where I live winter looms large. Thanks for this beautiful poem.
Comment Written 26-Aug-2020
reply by the author on 26-Aug-2020
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Thanks so much for your encouraging comments, Boogienights. You?re right. The early signs of spring are already here. Best wishes, Tony.
Comment from elchupakabra
The title is a very famous song, not sure if you were aware of that, perhaps you could change it to 'These Winds of Change' to differentiate. Other than that small detail, I enjoyed the work. Thank you for sharing. Later daze.
reply by the author on 26-Aug-2020
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The title is a very famous song, not sure if you were aware of that, perhaps you could change it to 'These Winds of Change' to differentiate. Other than that small detail, I enjoyed the work. Thank you for sharing. Later daze.
Comment Written 26-Aug-2020
reply by the author on 26-Aug-2020
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Thanks for the tip. I first heard the phrase about sixty years ago in a famous speech by Harold MacMillan, the then Prime Minister of Great Britain. It has been used many times throughout history. I believe the earliest recorded use was by the Greek tragedian, Aeschylus in 458 B.C.
Comment from Pam (respa)
-Very nice image and
presentation, Tony.
-A well written minute
poem that meets all
of the requirements.
-I like the progression in
the poem as the wind
provides a "cleansing breath,"
winter's gone, and now
there's "springtime mirth."
-A very good entry; good luck.
reply by the author on 26-Aug-2020
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-Very nice image and
presentation, Tony.
-A well written minute
poem that meets all
of the requirements.
-I like the progression in
the poem as the wind
provides a "cleansing breath,"
winter's gone, and now
there's "springtime mirth."
-A very good entry; good luck.
Comment Written 26-Aug-2020
reply by the author on 26-Aug-2020
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Thanks for your supportive comments, Pam. I always appreciate your opinion. Best wishes, Tony.
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You are very welcome, Tony.
Comment from Patty Palmer
When it hits that time of year, you can even smell like the season in the air. Leaves rustling along the sidewalk as the wind blows and it it hustles them skitter scatter down the pavement. Very good descriptive words! Good luck with the contest!
Patty
reply by the author on 26-Aug-2020
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When it hits that time of year, you can even smell like the season in the air. Leaves rustling along the sidewalk as the wind blows and it it hustles them skitter scatter down the pavement. Very good descriptive words! Good luck with the contest!
Patty
Comment Written 26-Aug-2020
reply by the author on 26-Aug-2020
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Thanks for dropping by to review this one, Patty. Appreciated. All good wishes, Tony
Comment from lyenochka
We're heading to Autumn so your must be heading towards Spring. Your seasonal reflection is a perfect theme for a minute poem! Best wishes in the contest!
reply by the author on 26-Aug-2020
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We're heading to Autumn so your must be heading towards Spring. Your seasonal reflection is a perfect theme for a minute poem! Best wishes in the contest!
Comment Written 26-Aug-2020
reply by the author on 26-Aug-2020
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Thanks, Helen. Spring is certainly in the air today. Bright sunshine and buds bursting everywhere.
Comment from giovannimariatommaso
The fresh breath of fresh air of the sing-song sway of the cleansing breeze that gives life by commanding death away; to reveal the new birth, that transformation gives. This is nicely expressed in this simple nature saga. Following true the Minute form of 60 syllables/ 12 lines/ with the correct rhyme scheme. Buona Fortuna in the Minute contest. giovanni
reply by the author on 25-Aug-2020
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The fresh breath of fresh air of the sing-song sway of the cleansing breeze that gives life by commanding death away; to reveal the new birth, that transformation gives. This is nicely expressed in this simple nature saga. Following true the Minute form of 60 syllables/ 12 lines/ with the correct rhyme scheme. Buona Fortuna in the Minute contest. giovanni
Comment Written 25-Aug-2020
reply by the author on 25-Aug-2020
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Thank you, Giovanni. I appreciate your comments. Best wishes, Tony
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Comment from equestrik
I enjoyed this write and really think it speaks of spring-my favorite. Your picture went well with your words and it was a complete package. I enjoyed it.
reply by the author on 25-Aug-2020
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I enjoyed this write and really think it speaks of spring-my favorite. Your picture went well with your words and it was a complete package. I enjoyed it.
Comment Written 25-Aug-2020
reply by the author on 25-Aug-2020
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Thank you, Equestrik. I appreciate your comments. Best wishes, Tony
Comment from Gypsy Blue Rose
Winds of Change
by tfawcus
Hello, Tony,
A while back, I was part of a group of poets called the conundrums. We read poetry on stage and one time we wrote about goddesses. I was Persephone :)
I love the rhythm of the minute poetic form. It's melodic. Good luck in the contest. You shall do well.
reply by the author on 25-Aug-2020
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Winds of Change
by tfawcus
Hello, Tony,
A while back, I was part of a group of poets called the conundrums. We read poetry on stage and one time we wrote about goddesses. I was Persephone :)
I love the rhythm of the minute poetic form. It's melodic. Good luck in the contest. You shall do well.
Comment Written 25-Aug-2020
reply by the author on 25-Aug-2020
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Thank you, Gypsy. I appreciate your comments and persona anecdote. Best wishes, Tony
