Open Poetry #49 |
A Day in the Life |
JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
dawning of a new day or close of a day already spent we feel an excitement matters not, matters not we are but passersby we're here for an instant and gone for eternity if we think upon that thought and let it die a slow death we rob thought of substance we walk though the forest road a sense of quiet takes hold to what used to make us sad we pause on our journey find a distorted cypress stump we sit upon its roots listening to nature's song we don't know how we got here don't know how long we'll stay we enjoy the moment empty our mind of what used to clutter it it’s about sincerity we put pettiness aside breathe in earth's perfume listen to nature's voice beauty surrounds ours to behold mists from slow-moving bayou the aroma of pine where salamanders dig do we believe in God at times such as this; yes we do ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ [This message has been edited by JerryPat2 (06-01-2014 08:35 AM).] |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
This 'write' is an especially fine expression of the 'now-ist' philosophy and about the magic and majesty of Nature ... especially the wilderness (which Thoreau called the 'salvation of man'). The 'past' is irrevocable ... the 'future' is as yet powerless to be born ... we have only the grand-scintillating 'now' of infinitely positive potentialities in which to paint the world in bright-delicious colors. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thank you very much for your in-depth comment, Bruce I so appreciate it. I can only agree with the "now" concept, because as greater men than I have said in their own way, now is all we have. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
"we pause on our journey find a distorted cypress stump we sit upon its roots listening to nature's song" I hear the bhaar-rump bhaar-rump of an old toad... at least, in my mind, that is how I remember the song.... |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
this is a very fine penning, the kind of moments it described gives back my soul to my soul, thanks for sharing yann |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thanks Karilea and Yann. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
For once I can truely relate to something leaning toward the lighter side. Wow, I'd call that progress. Nice reflection, Jer. I've missed ya bud. Michael |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thanks Michael, good to see you around . . . ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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