s./j. goldner

Rookie (March 2nd,1984 / USA)

Autumn Gust - Poem by s./j. goldner

The artist is the artist is the
lover is the destroyer
is the creator.

Combative in nature.
Eternal in life.
Annihilated in love.

Stoic hands of incandescent grace
weave
and he is erased.


Comments about Autumn Gust by s./j. goldner

  • Rookie R.k Das (1/2/2012 11:28:00 PM)

    so much said in so few words, , thanx (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 3 Points Yoni Assis (6/28/2010 11:55:00 PM)

    WOW! This one's going in my favorites. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Salu Salu (1/19/2009 11:23:00 AM)

    the weird thoughts indeed is different that makes art.
    rgrds/salu (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ridge Cahill (12/16/2008 12:45:00 PM)

    Awesome in every sense of the word, truly. The grit that permeates from this poem is delicious. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 951 Points C. P. Sharma (12/13/2008 8:47:00 AM)

    he is erased....
    and he is frozen
    in his creation
    to find a new birth
    for a strange new world
    and the world says
    he is a unique artist
    each time he paints anew
    but him the world could never view.
    CP (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Will Barber (10/26/2008 4:41:00 AM)

    So eloquent - so full of meaning and nonsense - our temprarily skulls explode.



    l (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,710 Points Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (10/24/2008 5:45:00 PM)

    How brief our lives are when we wear the masks of paradox and yet we can come front faced with our souls and still play many roles.A ten from me keep up the good work.Your postings are interesting. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Thomas Kurkoski (10/8/2008 10:40:00 AM)

    Short and succinct...loved it.
    Thomas (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Michael Fischer (10/5/2008 12:21:00 PM)

    Great stuff...top marks!
    -Michael (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Shayne M (2/11/2008 9:38:00 AM)

    Now, this I Can Sink My Poetic Teeth In..More Raw Poetry Please? ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Will Barber (11/11/2007 8:39:00 PM)

    Shades of Shakti, dancing on the corpse of Shiva.

    Creation is impossible without destruction - and this spare verse is eloquent and meaningful.

    Truly, this poem destroys expectation of a sweet verse imitative of Sara Teasdale!

    - Will (Report) Reply

  • Rookie James Niles (11/9/2007 12:43:00 PM)

    makes we want to dive
    into a pile of fall leaves
    breathing most deeply (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 662 Points Uriah Hamilton (11/4/2007 6:11:00 PM)

    No single definition for artist or lover will suffice, but this is very powerful,
    Uriah (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Alison Cassidy (11/3/2007 6:46:00 PM)

    A fine allegorical poem in which nature becomes art on a mere gust of wind.

    'Stoic hands of incandescent grace
    weave
    and he is erased.'

    I wish I'd written this - superb. love, Allie xxxx (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 145 Points Nimal Dunuhinga (11/3/2007 6:52:00 AM)

    Autumn gust brings the reality it seems. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,356 Points Satish Verma (11/2/2007 10:42:00 AM)

    What is it, a depth charge (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 29, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 20, 2011


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