Stay away from the north pole
where frosty realism turns you blue,
where cool, collected thought freezes life
in icey contemplation
which fails to trust in truth.
And the south pole,
you know snow-capped plateaus all look the same;
they'll only have you pacing
in perpetual indecision,
down one path after another,
going nowhere, getting nowhere,
not knowing nowhere.
Circle the globe in sensory application
of life if you must,
until you can't know what it was,
by hearing, or seeing, or touching anymore.
But settle at last to bask
in the maximum heat of the equator,
all of creation's input
strives to give sunshine here.
Bask but don't burn.
Expose yourself a little at a time
to truly what you can take.
The heart is a hot climate, burning up with love for our families and for ourselves too. Take it easy with the sun, I tell my daughter Karen, she is a sun worshipper and already has a tan this year. I don't like her in sun as she fought off breast cancer. Should not be in sun so much. She is a nurse besides, but do you know nurses and doctors' don't take their own advice.
Reviewed by Candace Ho (Reader)
Reviewed on June 16, 2007
Ever since I took an Literature class last year I've only been analyzing poetry, but your words have once again allowed me to read and feel poetry. For that I thank you. Another fabulous work!
By experience and a smidgen of luck, I managed to avoid the cold and calculating and slowly drifted to the warmth of openness and sincerity and found the glowing embers of a love still burning brightly after sixty years of togetherness.
For a lifetime, I've been basking in the sunshine of a large and loving family, enjoying the application of life.
As your lines suggest, Jerry, the trick is to expose yourself a little at a time, taking on only what you can handle. God wasn't in a hurry. Why should we be? And heaven is just ahead.
Provocative poem, Jerry. It may have a number of different meanings to others, but I felt it personally.
And lookie here, I'm the first to post a review!
Now, I think I'll try my luck on the Mega Millions Lottery. It's a sure thing!
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For a lifetime, I've been basking in the sunshine of a large and loving family, enjoying the application of life.
As your lines suggest, Jerry, the trick is to expose yourself a little at a time, taking on only what you can handle. God wasn't in a hurry. Why should we be? And heaven is just ahead.
Provocative poem, Jerry. It may have a number of different meanings to others, but I felt it personally.
And lookie here, I'm the first to post a review!
Now, I think I'll try my luck on the Mega Millions Lottery. It's a sure thing!
Richard