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Fall colors are changing the World



Fall turned the color green
into orange, red
leaves spread loud
and brazen; like the cry before
deprived sleep
like the burst before blindness.

The chill of morning air
bites, and silences the passion.


Two birds that visit my window-view tree
all year long like stars,
Their little feet dancing
in the spring of the branches.
The cold seethed in the warmth of the leaves.
The birds kept dancing.

And my little one keeps smiling
with a glint in his eyes.




**** Note from the Author ****


This poem is actually a symbolic representation of the changing times around Nov 2008 - The falling economy and Obama being elected.

The color green in the first para : Green as is money, prosperity, green as in greed.
The Fall - literal meaning is seasonal the month of Oct, Nov. Symbolic meaning -Fall of the government, economic downfall. Color Orange, Red - as in revolution, danger, trying times.

The second para is about the things that are not going to change whatever happens to the environment around them. Like the two birds that dance on the tree every day of the year. Like stars, they are a constant.
My son (and many other little children oblivious to whats happening around them). He keeps smiling irrespective of whether I've had a bad day, or whether the Wall Street crashes.
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Pushpak said…
:)

(Nothing more to say !)
November 18, 2008 at 10:09 PM
Proma said…
Thanks Pushpak.
:)

This poem is actually a symbolic representation of the changing times around Nov 2008 - The falling economy and Obama being elected.

The color green in the first para : Green as is money, prosperity, green as in greed.
The Fall- literal meaning is seasonal the month of Oct, Nov. Symbolic meaning - Fall of the government, economic downfall.

Color Orange, Red- as in revolution, danger, trying times.

The second para is about the things that are not going to change whatever happens to the environment around them. Like the two birds that dance on the tree every day of the year.

Like my son (and many other little children oblivious to whats happening around them). He keeps smiling when he sees me, irrespective of whether I've had a bad day, or whether the Wall Street crashes.
November 19, 2008 at 5:50 AM
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