Fall, leaves fall

So Amanda of Blogging Meetup fame throws out prompts for those of us whose brains refuse to engage…it helps us (sometimes if we pray really really hard) to think of a post to write.

Now she tries to make the instructions for the prompts easy…but for some oddball reason, I turn off my brain when reading them. Then I am stuck having to say something incredibly erudite like “huh?”.

Today, this lovely young lady said to find a prompt from this past week and write..then pingback to logging meetup with the post…and my brain said “say what?”   Eventually (after Amanda woke me up), I figured out what she was asking..so without further blather here it is:  leaf

Sitting here staring at the silly blank monitor, I can only wonder when my brain will engage.

My only half-viable thought is of Emily Bronte………she wrote poetry.   I hate that during my education I was required to memorize poetry. I rarely understand it.

Poetry is not a writing form that I like, but that’s all I can think of.  I hate that during my education I was required to memorize poetry. I rarely understand it.

I hate that during my education I was required to memorize poetry as I rarely understand it…but it seems like this poem is the only thing floating through my brain…and the only thing LIKELY to be in my brain so here it is.

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; 
Lengthen night and shorten day; 
Every leaf speaks bliss to me 
Fluttering from the autumn tree. 
I shall smile when wreaths of snow 
Blossom where the rose should grow; 
I shall sing when night’s decay 
Ushers in a drearier day.
Emily Bronte, Fall, Leaves fall

4 thoughts on “Fall, leaves fall

  1. I rarely ‘get’ poetry myself, I’ll have to admit I’ve never really been a fan of. Your post makes me ache for Autumn (as I still sit through 85 degree weather). Now that I’m in the mountains I REALLY can’t wait to enjoy my balcony’s view that promises artistic sunsets.


  2. Poetry is like fine art…..I look at a Picasso and say, “what the hell”. I memorized the entire Gettysburg Address and recited it in front of a junior class which was thoroughly bored.


    1. I got a wild hair in HS debate class. I was being “forced” to memorize the Gettysbug Address and give it to the class..so I translated the whole thing into Latin (written language ONLY) and wrote it on the board. Never said a word. The teacher, while impressed, gave me a D- for the class! lol


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