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Perfect Time of Year (Free verse) by wilco The dead leaves falling,
Swirling,
Fighting over the last bit of uncovered ground.
The evening air turning
Colder;
Perfect if not for lack of a coat.
Hopeful for a new beginning.
Different,
If not for a lack of change.
Up the ladder:
We Have Nothing to Talk About
Down the ladder:
Living?
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Posted: November 3, 2004 7:31 PM PST; Last modified: November 3, 2004 7:31 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.537883 Overall Rank: 2568 Comments:
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edpeterson @ 68.79.60.123
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3-Nov-04/8:13 PM
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why not "leaves fall" and "air turns"?
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wilco @ 4.226.153.210
> edpeterson
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3-Nov-04/8:33 PM
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I don't know really. For some reason I just felt that it sounded better this way.
Sounds nice. 'Different, if not for a lack of change' is a decent idea but wrong poem I think (there is change if dead leaves are falling).
I'm suspicious of poems which do that repeated-adjective-on-its-own-line thing. Call me screwy.
And I don't like the last two lines at all.
Fall IS the perfect time of year in Tennessee, but to say that it is different, if not for lack of change, brings up images of good ol' boys, a holler an' 'shine.
The different line is actually partially about fall and partially about a certain event that happened on Tuesday...;)
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