Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Blog Post #11

Poetry (ancient Greek: ποιεω (poieo) = I create) is an art form in which human language is used for its aesthetic qualities in addition to, or instead of, its notional and semantic content.
http://www.poetry.org/whatis.htm

How the time passed away, all the trouble that we gaveAnd all those days we spent out by the lakeHas it all gone to waste? All the promises we madeOne by one they vanish just the same
Of all the things I still rememberSummer's never looked the sameThe years go by and time just seems to flyBut the memories remain
In the middle of September we'd still play out in the rainNothing to lose but everything to gainReflecting now on how things could've beenIt was worth it in the end
Now it all seems so clear, there's nothing left to fearSo we made our way by finding what was realNow the days are so long that summer's moving onWe reach for something that's already gone, yeah
Of all the things I still rememberSummer's never looked the sameThe years go by and time just seems to flyBut the memories remain
In the middle of September we'd still play out in the rainNothing to lose but everything to gainReflecting now on how things could've beenIt was worth it in the end
Yeah, we knew we had to leave this townBut we never knew whenAnd we never knew howWe would end up here the way we are
Yeah, we knew we had to leave this townBut we never knew whenAnd we never knew howNever knew how
Of all the things I still rememberSummer's never looked the sameThe years go by and time just seems to flyBut the memories remain
In the middle of September we'd still play out in the rainNothing to lose but everything to gainReflecting now on how things could've beenIt was worth it in the end
to me this is poetry because it has really deep meaning. he's basically saying that even though time goes and things change. friends may leave and things may happen but you always have your memories to look back on. 

he uses metaphors such as: "the years go by and time just seems to fly but the memories remain." 
he also rhymes. "in' the middle of September we'd still play out in the rain. nothing to lose but everything to gain.
although it is pretty straight forward and you understand what its saying from its context.

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