Autumn

My First Time

/ Shawn Chase / 1 Comment

On December 31, 2018 my poem entitled “The Blooms” was published in the Flying Island Literary Journal.  You can read it here.

Until that final day of 2018, this blog had been the only place of publication for my writing.  Reaching a point to self-publish my work was an experience of courage.  Having a poem published in a literary journal was an experience of validation.

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“The Blooms” came about while I listened to the album Autumn by solo piano artist George Winston.  The sounds swirling through my ears met with the simple thought that Winston is also brand of cigarettes.  Suddenly, the music became a plume of smoke rising out of a piano.  Sound translated into a vivid visual experience, eventually escaping mental boundaries to create full-body sensations.  It was all quite a ride and capturing a representation of it in the poem remains very gratifying.

If you are not familiar with the music of George Winston, I encourage you to listen.  A few YouTube users have uploaded the full Autumn album.  The tobacco version of Winstons are best left to mental imagery.

True Colors

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Fall is nearing in Central Indiana and as the leaves are just beginning to change, I am reminded of this poem.  This was written during the time of seasons changing in 2016.

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Photo by Nanda Green on Unsplash

I was driving home one evening and, while stopped at a traffic light, a solitary bright yellow leaf drifted by and landed near my car. There were no trees nearby and I had no idea where it had come from.  What eventually became the title of the poem popped into my head as I pondered that lone leaf and continued driving home.

We all marvel at the beauty in a diverse display of colorful fall foliage.  Greater beauty comprised of colorful diversity.  Hmmm…..seems the trees are sending a repeated message each and every year some fail to see.

 

 

Autumn is near