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Lucie
Senior Member

since 1999-06-20

Posts 1077
Houston

0 posted 1999-06-21 02:29 AM

Life, its an everlasting circle
with periodic seasons.
It has its balance of ups and downs
with no apparent reasaons.

Spring is the season of new life
the start of a brand new beginning.
And though its not often thought of
there has to be an ending.

Summer is the season of growing
when youth is taken for granted.
Its also a time of maturing
when hopes and dreams are planted.

Autumn is the season of mid-life
when you look at the things that you've done.
To remember your life is half over
and wish that you were still young.

Winter is the ending season.
When you look at a life spent well.
And know that you've mastered the balance
and feel the pride in your heart swell.

And once again.. the seasons change
and life is at an end.
And like last year the snow melts
and the circle starts again.

Nan

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Member Seraphic

since 1999-05-20

Posts 21191
Cape Cod Massachusetts USA

1 posted 1999-06-21 08:09 AM

Welcome Aboard, Lucie - I love this poem - and its theme - Here's the first poem I wrote when I started to take poetry seriously...
It says pretty much the same thing...

Nancy

SERENDIPITY
From sheltered berth embarks the maiden sail
With harbored spirit innocent and frail.
As windward breath uplifts the halcyon veil,
Alluring barques enrapture seafare's tale.

Whence haven's port casts sanctity aside,
Presumptuous youth cavorts a vernal tide.
E'er wanderlust capricious hearts abide,
The sea's unyielding sovereignty defied.

Full mainsails prance midsummer's vast blue-green,
Beguiling wanton ventures unforeseen.
Felicity the guide as sloops careen
Through maelstroms in waters once serene.

Blithe wisdom falls; the robust tumults wane.
Intrepid sails eye placid shores again.
Now learned navigators ne'er to feign
As fore 'n' aft, great journeys yet remain.

Hibernal mariner with white-capped lore
Of raging tempests in those days of yore,
Aye, come about to tranquil deep before
that beck, "Red-Right-Return" forever moor.

Waft every crest upon your destined sea.
Embrace the Wave of Serendipity,
Lest its elusive arcane ecstasy
Refurl with sail for all eternity.

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Nan's Morsels
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thursdayschild
Member

since 1999-07-01

Posts 169
Houston, Tx.

2 posted 1999-07-07 01:18 AM

Wow....two wonderful poems with one click
of the mouse! Great work, both authors.

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