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Please Tell Me If You Can
by Susan K. de Vegter

Friday, July 14, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
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tell me how the grass smells after a summer rain
then tell me how the sun streams and eases a muscle pain
then speak of all the different songs a mockingbird can bring
then tell me if you can... in your step is there a spring
the leap that comes in a pace just when your true love beckons
the trapeze swing that clings to love...just where is it you reckon
you think it's lost in a place where sun is outside waiting
or an office or a cubicle where work is always stretching
hours upon hours making sense of money
what's the point when life is short...what's the matter honey
tell me what you're missing...living life this way
you can't have many treasures if you pay and never play
take a look at country... a rusting john deere tractor
smell new hay and take a nap...make laziness a factor
add rosiness to your cheeks and life to all your tears
work to live and not the opposite...add more value to your years
keep it up you'll miss the boat...the meaning of your birth
you can make it stretch much further and double all your worth
take it easy on your spirit...it too could use some sun
come on out and play with me... let's make a life of fun
i love you afterall ... and funny as it seems...
you can't possibly love living when you short change all your dreams.

copyright 2006 Susan Kathryn de Vegter

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Reviewed by Ronald Hull 7/16/2006
Let's go pick some cotton. On the other hand, let's let the cotton pickin' machine do it while we go fishin'.

Ron
Reviewed by Crystal Silver Angel (Reader) 7/16/2006
(((((( Susan )))))) dearest, your words always sooth this soul...Thank YOU precious for all your prayers!!!!
Love you, Dove
Reviewed by . ignis 7/16/2006
A quote of Albert Camus came to mind when reading your poem:

"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer"

It seems the winter with all its impending threats that is about to take posession of this world, is powerless against a tiny streak of summer that bears within itself conditions to make life a festival of dreams. It reminds me of an experience my father had when he was forced to struggle for life in a pitch dark night; he was able to see whereever he looked like it was day. Such is the power of the Light, that effortlessly dwarfs the conjurings of the dark. Impossible exists merely inside our heads, along with limit and paradox - these things are no part of the realm of the Light.

RAge
Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater 7/15/2006
We must learn to live on 90 percent of whatever our senses gift us with, so very analogous to stopping and smelling the roses, and then picking the petals to dry to put into an old-time rose-scented jar filled with rose petals, glycerin, nutmeg, cinnamon, and cloves. This poem is so filled with creative imagination that is magic and of the truest and highest meaning of the word, Susan.

Sage
Reviewed by Felix Perry 7/15/2006
Fighting exhaustion after 8 hours on a motercycle today but couldn't resist coming in to read your latest and it is worth it, when I finish reviewing your words will linger on my mind. /Well done and thank you. Hugs,
Fee
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 7/15/2006
Beautifully written inspiration, Susan, very well penned. BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by richard cederberg 7/15/2006
AMEN!

Life seems out of kilter at times for sure, and it seems that sometimes we miss so much, striving to survive, but still . . . thank God for life in all of its complexities and trials.

Dear Susan, never rest your pen!
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 7/15/2006
Susan you so right life is not all that bad afterall!!

Hey sis Ksthryn...spell check your copyright thingy....lol!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) 7/15/2006
Ah, Susan, at one point in my checkered life you could have written this poem for me. The depth you went to pen this is amazing. Inferiority Complex R Us!!!
Reviewed by Peter Paton 7/15/2006
Susan

Well sister...I am just lying back in my hammock in the warm sunshine ,....reading this delightful poem on my laptop...:)

Love

Peter
Reviewed by J. Allen Wilson 7/14/2006
Outstanding poetry Susan that calls the timid soul forth to explore new as well as forgotten vistas of the heart…Love the pic as it reminds me of a field on the outskirts of the wide spot in the road just outside Aiken, SC……

SO….
“tell me how the grass smells after a summer rain”?

Rich and clean with a faint whisper of wintergreen.

“then tell me how the sun streams and eases a muscle pain”?

From golden rays of secret joy, to ease the joints, to bring out youths boy.
Reviewed by Pierre Ortega 7/14/2006
This is powerful writing that everyone can understand and relate to.
The world needs more of this. Such an important message here. Pierre.
Reviewed by A PAX 7/14/2006
Tell him Sue!!!
Reviewed by E T Waldron 7/14/2006
This is an awesome piece Susan! It should be published.The message is so spot-on and written with the beauty of your fine rhyme and meter. It would also make a great inspirational plaque! Kudo's Sis!

Love,
Eileen
Reviewed by Taylor Ryan 7/14/2006
How is it that we get so involved in what it takes to live day to day, we forget how little time we really have and how important it is that we take advantage of what time we have to enjoy all it has to offer...most especially the things in life which are priceless and intangible. Your final line was such a binding clincher...and your word, my friend, is always a joy to read.
Love,
Taylor
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) 7/14/2006
tell me how the grass smells after a summer rain <--------Crisp and clean...
then tell me how the sun streams and eases a muscle pain <----the perfect warmth...
then speak of all the different songs a mockingbird can bring <----such sweet tines....
then tell me if you can... in your step is there a spring
the leap that comes in a pace just when your true love beckons
the trapeze swing that clings to love <---yup like walking on the moon...

...just where is it you reckon <---with my love...
you think it's lost in a place where sun is outside waiting
or an office or a cubicle where work is always stretching
hours upon hours making sense of money <---stuff that..my ex left me cos i thought family came first..she thoght material stuff was utmost...

what's the point when life is short...what's the matter honey
tell me what you're missing...living life this way
you can't have many treasures if you pay and never play..play play always play with the one you love today.....

take a look at country... a rusting John Deere Tractor
smell new hay and take a nap...make laziness a factor
add rosiness to your cheeks and life to all your tears
work to live and not the opposite...Add more value to your years <.......Plumb..That is living, really living...
keep it up you'll miss the boat...the meaning of your birth
you can make it stretch much firther and double all your worth
take it easy on your spirit...SADLY TOO TRUE..

it too could use a little sun
come on out and play with me... let's make our own fun
i love you afterall ... and funny as it seems...
you can't possibly love living when you short change all your dreams. <----live your dreams. Drams of love direct your path...

Dreams of wealth kill every kind of worthwhile health...
Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen 7/14/2006
Amazing verse here Susan, I loved it from first word to last
God Bless
Michelle!



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