Seeds and Red Leaves

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Seeds and Red Leaves

seeds and red leaves
      mark a season.

   time tries so hard
to teach us a lesson

we will not learn.

   days and days pass,
but time, marching on
      teaches us nothing.

      and the leaves
turn red and gold.

      summer heat 
turns cool, then icy.

   we think
we understand.

seeds and red leaves
   mark a season.

Published by murray robertson

I make photos to make myself feel good; I share in hope of making you feel good. I do as much as I can in the camera, but it does not always end there. Part of making an image in the 21st century is processing a captured image in the computer. This is like dodging and burning in the darkroom of yesterday. (I've done that.) I use Photoshop cc and Lightroom cc. The result is not always what I saw, maybe what I wish I saw. Sometimes, the resulting image is a creation more than a recording. Most of the time, I keep it believable and realistic. I have a Bachelor's degree in Creative Writing. I have shared thousands of my poems on the internet, to a considerable audience and I'm considering making a selection of them, in a book or books.

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28 thoughts on “Seeds and Red Leaves”

  1. (summer heat
    turns cool, then icy.

    we think
    we understand.)

    Now with you mentioning it like this, presents a crystal clear picture. The seasons are such a reminder that life is in consistent fluctuation, yet in a subtle regular shape; it’s kind, it employs gentle measure at each turn of change.Then again do we ever learn and catch the moment when the green turns to red or gold? Hardly because we love to linger in the fresh, the warm, the cool and the cosy….we become comfortable, who can blame us, especially when the tears roll in with the consistent fluctuations.

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      1. Thank you Murray. I’m humbled by the thanks, and it just stung me, the mention of the word work. Often the reader takes writing for granted especially of seasoned writers, we forget the amount of effort and creative process set in motion when the poets and sages and comedians set out to work.
        In reading your work I find you give so much in your style of writing and yet so much is withheld. This is in itself a perfected art. I respect your time.

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      2. Sorry Abby.

        Writing for me is almost a small torture. No matter how well I seem to do, I torture myself because my writing never feels good enough.

        I almost always find it difficult to believe that anyone else would like it. And when I feel like I have made something really decent, nobody else seems to notice.

        I’m in my 70s now; this stuff should not bother me. But…

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      3. I don’t take your writing for granted. I can feel the torture part a little bit when I wish to bring joy through some of the lines I write.

        At 70 is the best to be writing Murray, this is why I enjoy, i find meaning in the parts I understand. And yes there is a lot that I don’t.

        And yes it takes guts as a reader to respond to great writing.

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      4. Thanks Abby!

        If writing is a small torture, not writing is even worse.

        Many poems are slightly obscure. We can not be sure what images and symbols might mean to the writer.

        Sometimes the intended meaning is diametrically opposed to what a poem first
        seems to mean.
        🙂

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      5. Yes that’s the point and hence I hugged the reader for their gut to express their heart, and allow their feelings to run with them through their sacral system, never really sure about the meaning engraved in verse.

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      7. That is absolutely correct.
        It can make one weary
        But there too, are feelings which are the poet’s prerogative. He doesn’t ask us to read and wander. It’s a reader’s decision, to take the journey.
        And take hold one can get lost.

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      8. Thank you Abby!

        I think that Australian “Aborigines” had an expression “going walkabout” that seems to express the idea. Wandering, without real purpose, just going out to see what there is to do, which may suggest going somewhere else.

        I think my dogs did that (in their minds) when I’d take them for a walk. I think I heard a computer programmer call it “bug walk”. No defined destination, just walking.

        Stream of conscious writing was carefully done so that it appeared to be a string of semi-connected thoughts. When I send you a poem, you take the images and do a little walkabout,
        starting from my images, but wandering off maybe.

        Nice, like watching clouds on a summer day. Looking for castles and unicorns, maybe dragons. Great entertainment at no serious cost maybe.
        🙂

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      9. Oh that’s so insightful. Thank you for taking the time to reply, I appreciate the response, and I’m in awe with the technique. Watching clouds passing over is what i do, deciphering the castles, faces, unicorns and dragons too. Getting lost makes me nervy.
        Wonderful the amount of walking you do, that is such a blessing, I’m sure your dogs enjoy every moment. Bug walking.

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    1. Thank you Cheryl!

      As I live through the seasons, and write about them, I am surely aware that time is passing. I want to see what is beautiful there and share what I see.

      I know that sometimes, beauty relies on point of view. If I can’t see it, I’d guess God can.
      🙂

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