Here’s another poem that October reminds me of.
I had it filed away as unfinished, with a main section that had extra parts and fragments at the bottom to be filled in, capped off with an ending stanza of where I wanted the poem to go. Looking at it again today, I realized I liked the main part just as it was, and the ending stanza from the extra parts fit it even better there.
So while I wrote this poem years ago, it didn’t get finished until today.
It’s more on the somber side, but I think you’ll enjoy it.
Just Another Scarecrow
Self subdued against them all,
hold me up so you don’t fall.
Tie me tight with my own bounds.
I don’t care how hard it sounds,
lift me up I’ll take it all
solemnly until I fall.
All my quiet sufferings,
burnt out sacred offerings
to the god of Fall,
till he comes and claims you all,
and only I remain
for Winter’s lone refrain.
I’m just another Scarecrow
fading whispers in the wind.
To keep you from some sorrow
I will hang here till my end.
Will you at least stay with me
until the new sunrise?
‘Cause I am not so lonely
when I look into your eyes.
So, dear readers, did you like the poem? What was the author’s intent, including analysis of symbolism and subtext?
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