I've looked at love from both sides now
From give and take and still somehow
It's love's illusions I recall
I really don't know love at all
Judy Collins
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I was leisurely strolling through the leafy park, along the beech lined avenue of gold
a steep incline uphill, towards the vantage point of the flagpole
re-evaluating all my merging perspectives and streams of thought
a wood pigeon eyed me nervously from its safe perch
its psychological cooing, reviving memories of childhood grace
when I ran down the steep grassy slope, gathering pace and momentum as I went
with my loving Mom and Dad, looking on anxiously from the side wings
God, how I wish they were still here, just when I need them most
a teardrop glistened in my eye, when I thought of their self sacrifice for me
just like Jesus died on the Cross, for the sins that we all bear
I climbed the concrete steps, that led to the floral geranium garden
spectacular splashes of red and vermillion, greeted my eager eye
I paused at the Halabja tree, in commemoration of the fallen Kurds
who were cruelly gassed, by that madman Saddam Hussein
and said a silent prayer for the repose of their souls
knowing full well, that genocide and horror must be opposed
as energetic cotton tail rabbits, played with gay abandon on the manicured lawns
I walked on to the focal apex, to view the magnificent all points panorama
gathering in all the diverse messages, that were flooding my soul
black and white magpies, were chattering in the plane trees
as two little boys went whizzing by, on expensive skateboards
leaving me wondering, what future lies in store for them
and as I headed back down, to grim reality in surburbia
relinquishing once more my fleeting sense of sacred sanctuary
a puffing jogger passed me in mobile agony
you know, I could never understand such self flaggelation
far better to pace yourself, in harmony with your environment
taking those joyful navigations, in glorious perambulations
and as I strode serenly, across the freshly mown grass
I breathed in that superb and invigorating aroma
while overhead, pendulous clusters of horse chestnut blooms
emitted their sweet and succulent fragrance of summer
it dawned on me, without prior warning or signal
that love in all its baffling complexities
is really looking for yourself in others
Copyright by Peter Paton 2006
Myrna
Love and Peace, B&R
TY Peter.
Love,
Taylor
Sorry for not reading you guys out there...been without power for two days now...falling trees and heavy rains are the main problem....we are flooding awayyyy...okay!!
Love Tinka
The unfolding of circumstance, and how it plays upon the senses, and how it often changes our perspective from moment to moment. One thing leads to another, which leaves impressions that generate thought ... allowing imagination to dip it's pen into the ink of expression so we may continue to bless others.
The linear propulsion of always looking forward and never back, and always knowing where you stand in conjunction to those around us.
You have strength of conviction that beggars equal Sir Peter and you do it with the finesse of wind and leaves!
Blessings to you dear Poet ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
is really looking for yourself in others
Now this is a marvelous ending to a marvelous poem. And what a wonderful message.
It sounds as if you've had a wonderful journey.
And the song is one of my favorites.
Elizabeth
This one is beautiful, filled with wonderful imageries. I liked this.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Love Joselyn
Fee
Love and peace,
Susan
This is another of your eloquent ascents, to a vantage point...where you always see what lies before you so clearly, and then your return, to the path below, brings your Readers incredible nuggets of Wisdom & Truth.
Absolute perfection in this one!
Love&Prayers, Rhonda
very thoughtful work, Peter. Thank you.