(Image from Saragun Springs)
Death explodes in reds and golds
fireworks of visual delights
celebrate the edge of night
We wish we could fall so bright
Frederick K Foote
(Image by CJA)
Leavings by Frederick K Foote
Saragun Springs
Snarl at the Dying of the Light: Est. 2025 Seattle and Chicago
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Like death – sudden, short and sweet.
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I’m leary of commenting on poems, lacking technical capacity. But I thought this was marvellous.
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Hi Mick
I think you are too modest for a man who can rewrite Coleridge and quote William Morris! (But I also appreciate your lack of arrogance and condescension in commenting…)
Dale
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Fred
You are knocking them out of the park this week. In the back of the net, through the laces–and all sporting cliches. But in the end, you are damn good.
Leila
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Frederick
This is a huge poem that looks small at first.
I appreciate, deeply, the objectivity of this piece.
The first word wakes the reader up.
The rest of the poem captures an ordinary holiday image that is “just itself,” but which then becomes a celebration (and a lamentation) of the fall of empire. One must also consider the title.
Brilliant!
Dale
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Wow, terrific! That last line
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