When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.
Omar Khayyam
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I wander the dusty paths, of long forgotten times of recall
revisiting the old ways, when my mind was searching for it's soul
weeping willows bowed and arched, welcoming me back home
but all around the unnerving landscape, there is not a single sound
familiar and loved voices are hushed, their spirits vanished like the mysterious breeze
and the squirrel dancing on the pine tree, is not the one I recall before
I lean alone on the perimeter fence, watching the river thunder and roar
my heart sends out its signals, alas no one is listening anymore
the ground is shifting below my feet, a sense of detachment from reality
a darting kingfisher flits along the rocks, as my memory reminisces the past
the old glasshouse and potting shed, are now removed from my vision
fraternal peals of laughter, are all just now a distant melancholy echo
those glorious days of my apprenticeship, when I mastered all the skills
I retrace my former steps, following the awesome and towering yew hedge
shards and remnants of forgotten crafts, lie broken and strewn in fragments
the puzzle of life confounds me, as a watchful raven espys me from the tower
I am more aware of my mortality, as everything has its season to die
the butterfly tree is blooming, and the wallflower are a riot of color
my senses are swimming with conjecture, as a dragonfly moves between the iris
and I know not what is coming, for destiny has its own bewitching smile
Copyright by Peter Paton 2006
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"my senses are swimming with conjecture, as a dragonfly moves between the iris
and I know not what is coming, for destiny has its own bewitching smile"
You saved the best for last! Simply perfect, Peter.
Love,
Taylor
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Wonderful verse in imagery and prose! BRAVO!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Ron
this poem fills we with awe - for life as well as your talent ...
Yours seems to be in fine order.
A gem, Peter.
If I Had Go Back Do It All Over Again I'd Choose My Women More Wisely--Probelm Is: I Did Not Choose Them-(GOD) DID...
Only Reason If You Have Been Wronged Then To Look Back Go In REVENGE-Why Simply Nobody Else Or (God)Is Going To Do Anything About It...
Peter I Do Know What Is Coming:
I Will Never Smile-I Know You Better Be There Then-By (God) Even I TRASK Won't Look Back On What's Left Of Humanity...
PS: You'll Meet My Little Children Before You See Me,i.e. There Little Hands Will Be Out And--No Smiles On There Faces...
Your True Friend,TRASK
and I love dragonflies!
How true, my friend, how true.
Yhanks for sharing
You surround yourself with the beauty of creation and you practice the love our Creator gave you on a regular basus. You walk the walk my friend and you allow is to gaze among your path and walk along too.
Love and peace!
Susan
God Bless
Michelle~
Myrna
your reminisence is eloquent and replete with beauty and wisdom, it comes from the heart of a wonderful man whose soul glows with the light of Creator's love...Thank you for always uplifting us all.
With admiration
Eileen
A reflective thought on ontological and spiritual life.
A scented poetic flower from the garden of the soul painted with the colors of the rainbow of wisdom, "Those I Have Known" glows.
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
This photo actually made my heart ache, Sir Peter,
as it drew me inside it's verdure...it's a tranquil place, a place much like where my father grew up, and now lies.
Then, I began to journey through your words, absorbing them, and
I could not help but acknowledge that they are similar to his own, providing an uncanny sub-journey for me!
Like you, like Richard.............mentally and spiritually, we are on the same level.
Thank God for Christ...thank God for you
Love&Prayers, Rhonda
You and I have been in the same place mentally and spiritually lately! My wife and I, just last night, over a glass of red wine in the backyard, were pondering the fragileness of life and how tenuous things seem at times. We were talking about what often reveals itself as the meaninglessness of living and the inability for so many to connect, and relate, and breathe life into one another.
It was resolved though in our strong faith, and left in the hands of our blessed Creator.
Peter, your poetry is always, remarkably, an amalgam of sharp perceptions and colors tying together the spiritual and physical.
A rare gift!
Your insights into the simple things around us, the normal things, always leaves me moist with the sweet essence of being in the soft, but invigorating, showers of wisdom and love from an insightful and learned man.
I come away from your Den always enriched and edified. I pray God's richest blessings on you this day Sir Peter the Poignant!
In fraternity and poetic vision ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Susan
Love and Peace, B&R