Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Season Poem Analysis

One by one
The days fall beside us
Like yellow leaves
We have no conscience
Oh, what we're becoming

Month by month,
The rings on our tree trunks,
Like old wise eyes,
Grow wider and winter
Lends them a dead disguise

Now time- like an ocean
knows tide - like a notion
To toss about the house
And lose inside the couch
And piles of our thoughts
Run miles in the dark
Just trying to get home

Age by age,
We rhyme with our seasons'
Rehearsed routines
Still turning
And returning

Now I'm wide as the ocean
Now I bleed roses
And you are just a mark
on the map of my past
But I am a road
I wind along alone
All day until the coast


Singer-songwriter Meredith Godreau, of the band Gregory and the Hawk, is a little-known artist with a knack for writing beautiful music. Her song “Season Poem” displays this gift effectively. The song is very poetic, with similes, metaphors, and a large amount of personification. Imagery also exists throughout the song, as there are many references to nature.
Many comparisons are made in the song, mostly in the form of simile: “The rings in our tree trunks, like old wise eyes”, “Now I’m wide as the ocean”. Metaphors are used as well, such as in the line, “And you are just a mark on the map of my past”. Many of these comparisons involve nature (“yellow leaves”, “ocean”), which creates strong imagery. Personification also plays a large role in the song: “Days fall”, “winter lends”. In the chorus, time and tide are personified. The line “And piles of our thoughts run miles in the dark, just trying to get home” is all personification.
All of these poetic devices work together with a single guitar to create a dreamy sound, and vivid pictures come to mind while listening to the words. The main concepts that can be taken out of the song are the constant passing of time and the process of moving on. The singer compares our lives to seasons--they are "rehearsed routines". The ending verse illustrates the way in which all of us are forced to move on and keep going, letting go of the past. "I wind along alone" suggests that in the end, all we have is ourselves.

1 comment:

Mike said...

She has a great voice.