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Sven
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0 posted 02-16-2003 06:59 PM       View Profile for Sven   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Sven

Hello my friends. . . I know that I've been away. . . but, I've never been far. . . I've been writing too. . . here's some of what I've been working on. . .    

I always wondered why they called it “Indian Summer”

the end of September
a time not close enough to be Summer
but yet, too far away to be called Autumn
(despite the red and yellow of the leaves)
a time of endings that is also a time of beginnings

a time where nature shrouds her canvas with
morning mist and chill of fog
revealing it under an afternoon sky bright with promise
only to shroud it again under a dark new moon
     changing and revealing a new work under a new sun of life

save for harvest moonlight
when, for a brief moment of sight
you can watch the drops of dew
sparkle and shine as they paint
the leaves in colors new and old
they, the tears of the artist
who must again destroy his creation
for the sake of itself
for from life, is the truest art revealed
this living canvas, born of time and word
new in each sight and life
framed for viewing by a day like today
to inspire a being like this
held in stasis
and joined in time


a time where life walks the paths of crunchy leaves in bare feet
crinkling and crackling like a fire
a fire that burns not in the woods, but in the heart
the flame of the heart
the flame that shows the life where the path leads
how it’s okay to run and jump into the just-raked leaves
only to rake them up and jump into them again
the flame that shares the secrets of the dying leaves
showing them written on the stems and vines of each one
nature’s parchment, ready to be mounted and framed
(revealing a different secret to everyone)

quiet poet, quiet your mind
and listen to my last song
blowing through the empty branches
as I mourn my children
how fast they grow
only to die
salt of the earth
now only grains of sand
mourn them poet
mourn them as I do
and then, you will know


holding one in my hand, I feel its crinkle and hear its crunch
then, my hand closes
the pieces fall out, and I brush them away
remembering that there are always remnants
when life ends
pieces that never really leave
but become one with the wind
I envy those pieces
for they are going where my soul longs to be
beyond the horizon
and around the corner from the next sunset

evergreen

a time where love waits to be found
beyond passionate promises and soulful soliloquies
to a place where a hand holds more than another hand
and where a glance whispers more than orators could ever speak
precious days fade too quickly like the early sunset
preparing us not to face the toolong night alone
through his picture window, he can see them
he can see the currents of his time blow away the
leaves of his memories from the trees of his life
red and yellow, it is time for them to be cleared away
to be replaced by new leaves, new memories
save the ones that will remain despite the wind, despite the winter of forget
leaves that will remain everred
(pieces of his heart)
that will always be among the inner leaves
waiting the Spring

now my poet
see me come through in slatted streams
of twilight waters?
hear me come over
in colored pages
of daylight novels?
all I await is you
the time has come poet
to mourn
to let go of the Indian Summer
of youth
and to embrace the Autumn
of years
because Summers are always short


a Spring that remains too far away
too far away from life
too close to death
the song decays off of the foliaged ceiling
and comes down as rain
from the new gray overhang
we line up to gather our heathered robes and our candles
taking our place, ready to enter the darker days
when time moves slower
we hood ourselves as the chant begins
wordless, a song of Gaia
and everything changes

I always wondered why they called it “Indian Summer”
but now,
I know

it is a death
       on the way
to life




To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world.

[This message has been edited by Sven (02-16-2003 07:03 PM).]

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vandana
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1 posted 02-16-2003 07:04 PM       View Profile for vandana   Email vandana   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for vandana

lovely my friend
Temptress
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2 posted 02-16-2003 09:51 PM       View Profile for Temptress   Email Temptress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Temptress

I was beginning to wonder if you had been captured by an evil prison warden looking for people to experiment on and torture, Svenny Penn!

This is  beyond beautiful. I'd love to hear it read out loud. Let me know when?


Is this reappearance temporary?

SARCASM BREEDS A BROKEN HEART, and I  have enough cracks. Please stop breaking me!

Enchantress
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Somewhere in time~


3 posted 02-16-2003 10:03 PM       View Profile for Enchantress   Email Enchantress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Enchantress

"I always wondered why they called it “Indian Summer”
but now,
I know

it is a death
       on the way
to life"

============================================
Beautiful write...I love your words.
Welcome home my friend.
~Hugs & Smiles, Nancy~

~ Trace my body with your words..
And in doing so, you touch my heart. ~

Bill Charles
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highways, & byways, for now


4 posted 02-16-2003 10:06 PM       View Profile for Bill Charles   Email Bill Charles   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Bill Charles

Sven - I have thought of you my friend and if you were well, but now you're back with these stunning words, as only you can write....

BC
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on the threshold of a dream


5 posted 02-17-2003 11:30 AM       View Profile for suthern   Email suthern   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for suthern

Oh, wow. *S* I like this so very much, Sven. *S* I'm glad you're back... any absence can be excused when such lovely gifts accompany your return. *S*
Seymour Tabin
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6 posted 02-17-2003 11:38 AM       View Profile for Seymour Tabin   Email Seymour Tabin   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Seymour Tabin

Sven
This was worth the wait, welcome back.
An excellent write.
VAS
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Oregon


7 posted 02-17-2003 11:45 AM       View Profile for VAS   Email VAS   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for VAS

good to see you here

some amazing lines herein, such as the "everred" line

enjoyed the pondering "aloud" so that we might share in your thoughts

I may have to write a poem about spring and its proximity to death/winter, you inspirer, you

Whether on the shoal or on the shore,
I'll seek the lighthouse evermore.

regards2you
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8 posted 02-17-2003 11:52 AM       View Profile for regards2you   Email regards2you   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for regards2you



Anything I can think of saying about your poetry would do it injustice.

So, I'll simply say this is beautiful.


Enjoyed this greatly, Pat

..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons..
        "Desiderata"

passing shadows
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displaced


9 posted 02-17-2003 12:28 PM       View Profile for passing shadows   Email passing shadows   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for passing shadows

missed you around here
Connel
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10 posted 02-17-2003 12:31 PM       View Profile for Connel   Email Connel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Connel

Wher have ya been? lol...

I wish to become a great poet some day, but it will only come in time. Til then, I shall write my poems, and wait.

Temptress
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11 posted 02-19-2003 01:05 AM       View Profile for Temptress   Email Temptress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Temptress

Bump

SARCASM BREEDS A BROKEN HEART, and I  have enough cracks. Please stop breaking me!

Marge Tindal
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12 posted 11-23-2003 11:33 PM       View Profile for Marge Tindal   Email Marge Tindal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marge Tindal's Home Page   View IP for Marge Tindal

Sven~
Certainly a lovely, lovely write~
Worthy of the publication ~
Congratulations to you~
*Huglets*
~*Marge*~

~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost,
the spirit rejoices over what it has left.
- Sufi epigram
       noles1@totcon.com   

Artic Wind
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13 posted 01-29-2008 10:04 PM       View Profile for Artic Wind   Email Artic Wind   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Artic Wind

Very Lovely

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