Glad you were in season at all times of the year, and did enjoy it with someone.

And so life, past and present, touches the lovers -- even though the love is still there, surroundings and circumstances become like the hunter trying to kill its prey, love. Or this is how I read this well-written piece, my friend. It's that same place again. Hugs and love, Elizabeth

I like the idea of there is a season for "things" and a time for them to change, but end? can another winter take a rest and spring re-new? I like this poem alot. What is so simple can turn so complicated. Cheers!!!

Amazing Poetic Song!!!
God's love knows no bounds!
Can you imagine that?
Happy Easter Regis!

John Michael Domino

I am amazed by your poetry I've read. It is very interesting. Deep in feelings. Love it. Thank you. Best wishes...

Beautiful.

Great Write Regis! How this does feel like life. Beautiful words in each line.
God Bless!
Angela

A gerat write! I have read it three times and each time I see and feel somthing different and unique! Our life preceptions seem to change as we age.........M

Fabulous! Age changes our views as we become the targets

I read this then re-read it several more times. Each time I take away a little something different. It's very powerful and thought provoking. Dick

Amazing write, so sad and true
great idea for a write
Pierre

WOW! I Love this!
The World is having hard times, but for a moment WE MUST LOOK PAST THEM, just for a moment and enjoy that moment!
I feel your pain, I really do Reg, it may not sound it in my writing, but IF you look deeper, you would see SADNESS....
Your metaphors here and analogies are startling truths...
Seasons, Nature, People, Emotions all co-mix HERE...

Blessings BIG and small, SOULFUL_PurplePaSsionsSHEEoxxo

Great analogy of the hunted and the heart broken, Regis. I know it's clintonesque, but I feel your pain. I wish life and the world could leave us all in bliss.........Jerry

This is a great poem. Beautiful and heartfelt.
I love the imagery you create with your choice of words and I love your use of metaphor and some other poetic devices. Very well done.

The poem reads and flows well. I am tempted though to add punctuation to it.

The last two lines of the English version of the poem are smaller in (font) size than the rest of the poem. Was that intentional or just a typo?

Thanks for sharing and keep on writing.

All the best,
Lena

I know from personal experience how the last part of this poem can tear a person up; emotionally, physically, and spiritually. But I say that we can get away from our past even though we will never forget them, if only those demons that reside in the past leave and don't come back. When we have traumatic events in our lives, it is very hard for us to look ahead when we haven't figured out why our past happened the way it did. I for one will always ask "Why" because my past didn't happen because of something I did, but because of something someone else couldn't abide. But what the something is I am not sure because the someone took that secret to her grave. I will always have the questions and know there can be no answers. I am in season and my past is the hunter.

This is a well written poem Reg with a message for all of us. Most of us I bet can relate to this in many ways. Thank you for sharing.

May the Lord Bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and walk by your side. With love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your den sister Barbie

What i like about this is how the end mirrors the beginning but in a different way: in each time "we are in season," at first in a good way, at the end, in not so good a way. It is the nature of people to be hunted (I'm glad you didn't go with the cliche "haunted" by the past, but must it be so? Can we not only physically but also emotionally and spiritually survive our pasts? How would that be done? Certainly, we are always evolving, never the same person day to day. The past is always connected to the present, but is there a way not to be "hunted" by it? A dilemma of my own. There is joy in the past too, but we don't seem to complain about that, do we? We have sweet memories: the hunt comes, perhaps, because the joy ran its course. I wonder if it's possible to keep those moments, both good and bad, in our heads, accept them, integrate them, but not be bound or slave to them. I'm not suggesting forgetting them, because I don't think it's possible, without hypnosis (or some really weird movie like Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind). Anyway, there is a melancholy here that I identify with. It is said that melancholy, or negative emotion is a defense mechanism: keeping us from returning to a similar circumstance. But life is life, and cannot be avoided. There is the light and shadow. Anyway, well done, and thank you for the French. So beautiful. julianza

Great write!

Regis,

That is a wonderfully sensuous and telling poem with a sad but true ending--nothing lasts forever on earth. I was really impressed with this one.

Love Micki

So creative and touching! A beautiful write!

Oh so true and creative. Bound we are by our chains, sitting prey ready to be devoured. Love it. Liz

powerful punch to last verse, regis. one of your best yet.
be well,
carolyn

Regis, is it recent events, Haiti in particular that has made so many of our writers so negatively pensive? I see your beautifully phrased words and they have true meaning, however I sense such a state of depression in the thought of reaching beyond our middle years.
I've often said that in most cases I do not understand poetry and that is why I rarely review poetry; because so often I cannot see the writers true meaning, so the meanings are deciphered in my head and I fear that most often what I read does not truly have the meaning the writer is trying to put across and is not the meaning I think it is.
Mark

Profound indeed, Regis...this moody piece offers insight...and I agree with Kate.

Love to you!
Gina

A brilliantly sustained metaphor, Regis, that works so very well and will live on in my mind for a long while. Lovely images you choose to work with here and I'd LOVE to see the French - the mood and tone seem just right pour le francais somehow. Can imagine this going hand in hand with a moody impressionist painting of trees on the banks of the Seine. One of your recent bests, I reckon! Bless you, Kate xx

Feeling antique, are ya? Visit your local nursing home and read to them...they will change the dial, flipping your switch in reverse!
Better yet, put on your life-proof vest and "In Winter's face, give it hell...melting, melting...melting such thoughts away!
:)budding greener, yet!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~

Quite strange that the hunter has beccome the hunted. You are also quite perceptive.

Cheers,
Dan

ahhh...so sweet...nearly made me cry....awww... loved it,,,the picture is sooo cute...you reminded me of my very dear one...authorsden has always given me enough and enough...of good memories...
great...beautiful write
thanks Regis
best wishes...neerja

I felt the lines change rhythm midway through the poem. Interesting twist. Thank you for sharing, and also generously supporting my work here!

Very beautifully written and a work of art.

You have done it again Regis beautifully written
with a unique creativity! Be encouraged and keep
on writing Regis!



Much Love,
Margaret

Unsettling and sadly profound. Excellently crafted, Regis. If not already, "In Season" should be published. ~leslie

Holds so true Regis.
Wonderful wording Regis
Ron

This is profound and leaves me with a tear of sadness
for the world. Superbly written wisdom message, Reg!

Love,
Eileen

Dear Regis, Chaque jour a ses raisons d'etre et chaque raison a sa place. Well done. Merci Emile

"The world is the hunter
And we are in season"...

No greater truth has been spoken, Regis...controversy is in the crosshairs targeted on those of us who are happy and settled...it's the way of the world...we have to stay many steps ahead of their game-killing plan, they'll take you out if they can...it's survival of the fittest...be well.

Love,
Sage

Regis, As usual you have touched a chord with me. Beautifully written.
Thanks & All the Best,
Donelle

GREAT WRITE....ABOUT LIVING AND ENJOYING. THANKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSINGS. LOVE, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Hi Reg, this is sooo beautifully written. May I keep it in my personal journal? The carefree quality of youth and the memories flashing through the mind of a human pruned by joy, pain, love and tribulations. The many facets of life. Definitely enjoyed.
Best Wishes,
Sheri

Well said. J'nia

in a word... Powerful. You've summed up life as it unfolds. Kathy

Ah, you struck it rick with this one, Regis. I must agree with Felix, this IS one of your best poems. Absolutely. Stand. Take a bow. Clap. Clap.

One of your best Reg, I like the unigue format and style of this...
fee

For a long time I have felt walking with a target painted on my back, and looking over your shoulders don't help either!

Georg

Regis, this is so darn good and I think my favorite of yours...it goes into my library. Excellent metaphors and says so much about relationships.

Kool -- Romantic...

TRASK

EXCELLENT, Regis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS!!!!!! Love, Michelle xx

My dearest Regis, Great style! So rich in imagery and so well- written..."Like deer in autumn..." ... the world is the hunter, and we are in season" --- bearing the scars of lost love and memories of sweeter times. Your work always gives a new perspective to realities' circumstances that we face. Thanks for sharing

Brynn

I especially like...
In virgin spring
We danced like daisies
In gentle breeze

lovely,
peace and blessings to you Regis

Sweet Sweet Soul
YOU
Regis...
Tender words from your tender heart
Love's Bounty Always
Vickie

An intense metaphor, Regis. I like how you demonstrate the contrast. I felt carefree in the first verse. The second one drove home the reality. Great! Love and Hugs,
Sheila

'...We rained love and warmth/We poured passion and heat/We sweated sweetness..." These lines! Adore this write. '...The world is the hunter and we are in season'. So true, so true in the secret heart of all of us. Very fine, Regis...Lin

For every thing there is a season, your words speak of them very well.
Blessings! Jasmin Horst

Everything in life ebbs and flows and so it is with relationships. Finding our way back to that comfortable place where emotions are tempered and love is strong, though sometimes difficult, is essential if things are ever going to get back on track. If you are writing about yourself or someone you love, I pray that they find that comfortable place soon. Very nice work, Reg.
Take care,
Sherry

Reg, your poem displays turn of events and emotions...this is really good and gave me much to think about
Love and Blessings,
Christine

In and out of season.
Poetry of two halves.
Sunshine then rain...

whoa horse! great words for where we are...oh m' gosh...love it

Wonderful write, mon ami, c'est magnifique!

(((HUGS))) et amour, ton ami dans Texas, Karen Lynn. :D

Speaks volumes of the vigor and naivety of youth. Fifties, sixties and seventies are so far in the future, we can't imagine being that old. Then we wake up one day, and our parents are us, and we wonder where the time went....Great write, Regis.

Anna

Outstanding.
As we so often say- I can sure relate.

John

This is great poetry Regis. Very, very well done. Most impressed.

Well spoken Regis. It is so easy to fall into that trap, that mode of duck and cover. Economics are shitty, news is bad. Or, you can say F**k it all and enjoy what you have while you have it. If you don't have what the hunters want they will go away. Patrick

whew...powerful Reg. i was flowing along all comfortable in the first stanza, then you hit me with the second truths...it sinks in.

Life does tend to ebb and flow. Enjoyed the thought here. LadyJ

How things have changed: or have they? Those that forget history are condemned to repeat it, I've often heard tell. Belive it. Still, makes me miss the good ole days ... well done, Regis.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Well done, Regis.

Wow! The word that comes to mind here for me is VIGILANCE! It made me think of a time and a season when we were all relaxed in our lives, maybe before 911!!
It's as if your words are saying; We all know in essence that something really big has changed! It is no longer man alone we have to fear but Now something else has grown hungry!

Sobering poem there Regis! I like it!

BEAUTIFUL POEM!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

i like this as well-sweet with some reality thrown in

I like the poem. Good work!
Becca

Regis,
Absolutely charming and beautiful. I so love reading your work.
Amour et paix,
Nicole