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Youth

Youth

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

 

 

Eyes

Eyes

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.

 

Moon

Moon

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ghost

Ghost

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

 

 

Reach

Reach

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Paint

Paint

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wind

Wind

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.

 

Elusive

Elusive

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.

 

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