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as the years pass
by Amor Sabor
Wednesday, March 07, 2012
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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“as the years pass”

I had hoped you would awaken before the rise of Neptune’s eye
for it made seeing you in that light so much easier at that hour
some things are just as sensual as a blade of grass in the spring
and others shout out an unholy existence when we happen to arrive

there are not enough good days like that in my own brief lifetime
and then I can only hope that I can sway the dawn in my direction
so I can see you there against a crazed abstract Van Gogh sky
where pristine manners matter and take precedence over love

but certainly not in the blasphemy of taking on other overt duties
there are too many inconsistencies in those whispers of the night
to bring them full circle when that frozen ground begins to thaw
it is early but not so late to notice how we have aged one more day

and there is little we can do but accept our fate and dreaded slide
I still find it hard to understand just where it all had went unnoticed
without a trace nor the remnants of a carcass of a beautiful youth
where memory starts to fade to black and the credits begin to roll

© 2012 Amor Sabor

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Reviewed by Richard Bowers 1/4/2013
Unpardon me but I relent it boldly;
For it is far ahead, if I can be sure of it,
And far it is, that my hallucination be valid,
And hallucination it is, as it should be,
And however, unlike itself, mysterious, unknown, and untested,
So it be foreseen in my tireless search.
Reviewed by m j hollingshead 1/2/2013
as always, well said
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart 3/16/2012
Stunning work Amor, as ever. So good to read you again.
Reviewed by Christine Tsen 3/12/2012
An exquisite and refreshingly honest poem, with the vital essence of love's bonds ~
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 3/11/2012
Fantastic write.
Reviewed by E T Waldron 3/10/2012
How great to see you back,Amor!!! Your poetry is superb,and I'm so glad to read it again. This one takes depth of thought to appreciate. Fine writing!

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone 3/9/2012
Yes it is without question we all do's the way of the Universe, however, we can slow that process down, by living in each moment and embracing all that comes our way. I love the way you write, I have missed you very much..Welcome back dear man, keep on writing we need your golden words.

Much peace, love and light,
Reviewed by Vivian Dawson 3/9/2012
*Amor* beautiful and sad thoughts on aging...yet
one might think much like a movie ending, but to
continue documented by life's credits well written!!!

Lady Vivian
Reviewed by T Jett (Reader) 3/9/2012
Wonderfully written, Amor. Life is too short and we should live life to the fullest and make many more beautiful memories ...
Reviewed by Odin Roark 3/9/2012
There will always be more to explore and expand on the enigma of TIME. Would that we could live but with the rise and setting of the sun, the moons winking flirtatious nature and awake to the next cycle without the fear and encroachment of our conditioning to that invention of TIME. You've managed to allow the reader to reach in through the evasive mercury-like delusion we live our lives with...TIME. Perhaps the phrase "Be Here Now" is our best shot of welcoming new iterations of the cycle with an embrace, rather than trepidation. Loved this exploration. Bravo!
Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger 3/9/2012
Embracing the pristine beauty of youth and love.
Well written Amor.
Lady Mary Ann
Reviewed by jude forese 3/8/2012
Reviewed by Kate Burnside 3/8/2012
Some very deep and touching introspection here, Amor, laced with that agonising longing for a lost "other" - whether self or a loved one. In the melee of the rolling on of life and intervening years, so much of what we do is governed by those "pristine manners" which "matter" so much to the status quo so as to "take precedence over love". Perhaps it is easier that such be the case if we can readily access memories of all things hitherto being "as sensual as a blade of grass in the spring", but it is so much harder where memories are of long days which "shout out an unholy existance when I happen to arrive" instead: then does the encroaching black press in all the more heavily. This is a really felt poem which has been brought to fruition beautifully and the labour therein is tangible. So many of us can relate, I'm sure, but are determined to hang on to the "intermission-stage" of life for as long as we possibly can! Bless you, and so good to see you posting here again. xx
Reviewed by Ronald Hull 3/8/2012
Beautifully written and expressed. The fate of us all, tied up in the knot of time.

Reviewed by richard cederberg 3/8/2012
Is there any consolation in knowing that all living things share the same fate? I'm thinking the 'dreaded slide' you bemoan may have a golden lining, though, for those who choose to 'see' beyond the corporeal into the light of the Creator's Truth. I have never looked at: "a blade of grass in the spring" as being sensual, poet- but it's an effective metaphor (IMO) for the tender beauty of youth. A richly threaded insight. The melancholy introspection is palpable. Stand strong! richard
Reviewed by Asa Seeley 3/8/2012
i am just emerging from the devasting effects of that first 'true' love that has gone bad. i have a beautiful little girl that i miss much. so right now i am looking forward to looking back as the years pass. thanks for sharing.

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila 3/8/2012
This is awesome, Amor! You've so captured the essence of aging... wondering where the years have slips by and before we know it we're at this age and wondering how it got by without us truly noticing it! Wonderfully crafted poetry!

Reviewed by Regis Auffray 3/7/2012
You words express a universal and timeless theme of this life/world, Amor. Very apt, timely, and meaningful. Thank you. Love and peace to you,

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather 3/7/2012
This is not a light poem...carcass of a beautiful youth, do not wish to visualize this, I'd rather the crazed sky. There are plenty more scenes, many more lines before the credits roll through the sad song. Very good poem. ~ Morgan
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