Years ago, I read a tale of an old man, who gave his sons a lesson of a lifetime — the lesson of the four seasons. He sent out his four sons to look at the same pear tree in different seasons. Needless to say, they all had a different report to give. One talked of the promise of spring, the other the devastation of winter, yet another the abundance of autumn and the youngest spoke of the newness of summer. “It is but vital for you to see, notice, acknowledge and appreciate a being in all its four seasons,” advised their wise father.
Recently, when I related this story to a friend — the context was the obvious, common difference in the ways deaths of people in their spring and that of people in their winter are treated. There is natural despair at an untimely death, the death of a young, blossoming person and then there is sometimes an almost eager, relieved goodbye to an old, ailing one — he asked me to write an etheree on it. I have written two. As if that suffices.
‘Twas my tree.
Winter iced it.
I forsake it, though.
For I smell nothingness.
‘Tis Spring. There, my blossom tree.
Life ate it to death with malice.
Tears are not enough for the loss.
For life’s departed into nothingness.
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Leaves and blossoms gently nurse springtime fruits.
Life’s giving life — unsated, joyous.
Ah, the lovesome delights of spring!
Days perfume eternities.
White lights come in, laming
Disown fruits now?
No. Look, life
An etheree comprises of 10 lines. It begins with a one syllable line, increasing one syllable per line until the last line of ten syllables. The syllable count of the entire poem is 55. The syllabic structure, therefore, is 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10, and is unmetered and unrhymed.