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I wanted to write something completely profound or hilariously funny on being a “youth”. Alas the thoughts would not come. Instead I wrote a poem mindful of youthful intent. We would try anything new. The world was our oyster and nothing could harm us, we were invincible.
Oh how I long for the days of youth
As new worlds were introduced
Unguarded simple and fun
No such thing as can’t be done
Awaking ready for new adventure
Delightful heady robust and free
Nothing could dampen our glee
Through a window to the past
I now look and am aghast
How in the blink of an eye
Life has whizzed on by
As recalling fond memories
Fills me with aching reverie
No my youth was not misspent
Nor was it irrelevant
Unfettered youthful joy
No one can destroy
Perception is everything. We trust our eyes to tell us the story.
We determine a person’s honesty and how trustworthy they may by what we discern upon looking into their eyes. We watch others reactions in order to perceive their motives and feelings and our eyes give us clues to an individual’s mood. And truly it happens literally in the blink of an eye.
How often we are touched and sincerely moved, completely undone when peering into the eyes of a loved one we find tenderness reflected there. A moment of panic or doubt consumes us as we share something valuable and close to our hearts with another and we are suddenly calmed, their approval and acceptance untold, wordless, but completely understood.
How wrenching it can be when we peer intently at another and find the depths of pain or sadness reflected there, well hidden, but for their eyes which tell us a deeper unspoken story.
Eyes have specific appeal. We write romantic sonnets poetry and stories about eyes.
We enjoy the beauty of our surroundings, pictures, or art. Yet oddly enough we close our eyes when listening as a beautiful poem is read aloud, or picture a loved one while reading something particularly profound in a letter they wrote, or even when listening to music as it conjures up pictures in our mind. Pictures we created with our eyes and wish now to recall.
The moons many phases bring delight
Especially when shining big and bright
Casting an ephemeral glow upon our world
While we dance and sing songs undisturbed
The moon’s shimmering glow
O’er the landscape we all know.
Or resting still beside the shore
Alone or with someone we adore
We sit and gaze so enchanted are we
Our head rested upon bent knee
Our gaze steady fixed and intent
Nothing here to lament
Some believe in ghosts and feel
They exist undoubtedly real
Though felt they remain unseen unheard
The line between becomes so blurred
Indeed we all have ghosts that haunt
Past experiences that us taunt
Although they remain peripheral
Their power o’er us monumentally real
Do they guide and help us heal
The unseen scars of tortured past
Until we have peace at long last
The unattainable goal we must reach
Perhaps through words or speech
It is just a point of view
Both enlightening and new
It is the challenge is it not
To obtain the thing that is sought
To accomplish and attain
Therefore we will not refrain
From reaching that which seems so high
Up beyond into the sky
A universe of colour in which to play
Refreshed renewed each and every day
Awash with blues pinks greens and golds
Happily our picturesque landscape unfolds
Wrapping us in such delight
Our hearts could burst so filled with light
Then someone yells take off those rose coloured eyeglasses
That is not what is seen by the masses
Alas I am blind and from memory paint
The world in all it’s glory shall remain
I am happiest here I proclaim
Unstoppable force or gentle breeze!
You take my breath away with ease.
Your power can ignite
Or bring us such delight.
A force unseen and only felt
In your presence I have knelt.
A touch that soothes and inspires
Our emotions you transpire.
Unstoppable force or gentle breeze
Come play with me if you please.
Flitting about one two three, how elusive you can be.
I only want to run and play, and yet you hide away.
Come back, don’t go, stay awhile, do not me beguile.
You scamper past my door, no marks upon the floor
Your essence is nothing more than a whisper on the shore
A dream to me you have become, your presence i so welcome.
Come back to me, elusive one.