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Rising and Falling
by John Herlihy → (All Poetry by John Herlihy)
Sunday, January 24, 2021 Rated "G" by the Author.

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-- Rising and Falling -- John Herlihy The miracle of birth, Like budding springs rising. The birth of awakening, Like budding springs rising. This feeling of hope, Like budding springs rising. This sense of warmth, Like summer sun rising. This feeling of lightness, Like summer sun rising. This feeling of fulfillment, Like summer sun rising. This meager poems, Like autumn leaves falling. These recent years, Like autumn leaves falling. These fervent memories, Like autumn leaves falling. These various successes, Like winter snow falling. These feelings of wonder, Like winter snow falling. This sense of peace, Like winter snow falling. First rising, then falling, First living, then dying. First falling, before rising again, First dying, before living again. The life of the seasons In the seasons of life. - - - - - - Copyright © John Herlihy Saturday 16 January 2021

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on February 8, 2021

THIS REMINDS ME OF '...THERE IS A TIME FOR EVERYTHING...' AND WHO COULD HAVE MASTERED SUCH...PERFECTION...BUT GOD? THANK YOU, JOHN, FOR DESCRIBING IT SO WELL WITH THIS LOVELY POETIC PIECE. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Rebecca McKeehan

Reviewed on January 27, 2021

Beautiful imagery.

Rebecca

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on January 24, 2021

The cycle of life beautifully portrayed. I just noticed yesterday that her Chinese Lucky Tree has new leaves, just like her rodeos are thriving in this January temperate weather. In the fall I noticed that the squirrels had discovered that the bulbs left by the blooms on the Lucky Tree a food totally foreign to them, but now a staple.

Ron

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

very well said is the interwoven verse you have wrote

Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com

The wonderful weave of synaptic threads of feeling, knowledge and wisdom. Plus, you make the passing of time, all the way to our crossing over, a period of junctions that allow Nature's reality to become something more than seasons: a resonant POV allowing metaphor to rise above the ordinary. Excellent, John.