by stan n nassano
Monday, November 10, 2014
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The changing of the seasons of life
Letting the tear drops fall as they may
feeling the infliction from those
worded love daggers
Penned by Mary Oliver
piercing through the
heart, inking deep to within
Beautifully beaded pearls
wisdom and knowledge, of such crafted thoughts
The ambient circle of glistening water
poised on the tip of the naked twig
Steady and centered
Unified, and Separate
In this womb of a solitary life
Sanity often coming into question
The quietude a blessing or a curse
Oh, I long to hear the roar of the
or a breezy, gently whisper into my ear
fending off the
Settling into a time of long nights
Today however, Iím quite certain the sun shall rise
At exactly seven fourteen
and the sun shall set
At exactly five twenty eight
Iím less certain of my position to the sun
Therefore, may task today
But to string together
all these pearly moments
tightly, into a chorus of life
just for today
The tiny droplets
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|Reviewed by lois christensen
|I have been kind of exalted with these words, They ring true in my case - very much so. I'm going to shine on, that's for sure, Stan.
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|Stan, what a wonderful write ... I love this.
|Reviewed by Isabella Koldras
|...powerful poem...achingly wonderful reflection on human life...a cycle
echoing the rhythm of the nature's four seasons...poem of discovery
...an opportunity to know little more about the life's metaphor of Autumn.
Autumn....season of harvest...time when green coloured leaves flame
to the golden hues of creation...expressing different moods...thoughts
and the meaning of the process...so evident in your poem Stan.
The arrival of Autumn announced by a sudden experience of falling
life energy...due to accumulated stress...the ache...loneliness...health
Problems barely noticeable...short time ago...becoming profound now
...thoughts wandering from the past to the next stage...emotions of past
sadness raising to the top of mind....flashing red...yelling "there is more
grieving to be done...But how?...when the courage is gone!
How to have what it takes...not only to survive in the new reality but
to thrive...in a new season of life...If you listen carefully...there is an
answer...clear....loud...saying " it is the ability to let go of the past
...embrace the present...use imagination to paint the future...using
own soul palette of creative juices...that are still flowing...like fountain
of youth...let the age-ego-tendency to die...use the process to liberate
the richness of the "new" awaiting to come into "being"...engage
in life...cherish new attitudes...Shine on!
Thank you for sharing your thoughts provoking poem.
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|Stan I can feel the loneliness, the sadness and yet the hope of a day at a time. Beautiful and deep work, My Friend.|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|This poem deserves "tragic" status. Its loneliness is only superseded by its penchant for timeliness--dawn till dusk.