‘Spring Morning’ is the seventh of eight poems that were written over many years, starting in a distressing period of my life and reaching – gradually, finally – new understanding.
I didn’t plan the individual poems as a coherent collection and didn’t realize the story they told until I recently read through a number of older poems. Those poems felt like preludes to newer ones, revealing, in concert, what was really going on inside me.
Though much occurred in my life before the first poem took shape, and though I am still very much alive, I call this collection: Lifecycle. At very least, it traverses the circular path of one of the most significant cycles in my life so far.
A final poem in the series will be added next week.
The previous poems in Lifecycle are: Half-Alive, Second Skin, First Guest , There are Times, Dreamspeak, and Palm Pilot.
A doorway’s strict rectangle
Frames cactus and flowers
Hemmed by dun adobe.
On a path of bright tile,
White birds preen.
Mountains corral the desert
And sun and sky embrace.
I hold it all in my mind’s eye,
And my place in that pattern.
-Charles B. Neff
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|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|Gjood eyesight you do have and good insight too.|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|The ability to see what many do not, a piece filled with wonderment....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|This is a sharp focused picture with real perspective, and the control in the writing is admirable.
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|Charles, this is a great addition to your Lifecycle series. -gene.|
|Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle
|A very beautiful poem.I like reading it very much.take care
|Reviewed by Barbara Smith
|Charles, the light is beginning to shine through to bring a renewal to your spirit. I loved this!|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Serenity and acceptance in your beautifully imaged lines, Charles, well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.