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Not A Poet Member Elite
since 1999-11-03
Posts 3885Oklahoma, USA |
September The time has come for us to talk, but will we talk of time and space, of force and mass and relativity, or snow capped mountain peaks and cobalt seas and valleys dressed in flowered Sunday best? And is there time to talk of other things? [like sailing ships and sealing wax or cabbages and kings?] Indeed I wonder, is there time to talk at all [my hair is turning gray and thin although my waist is not at all] so is there time to talk at all . . . Time to talk at all? But of course there will be time to ask. But should I ask or must I wonder? Time to walk away or run, escape these cluttered musings – time to ask for more [but will my legs be limp and weak and can I bring myself to speak or will my voice be thin and meek?] So dare I ask, disturb this mystic mood? Soon I think there will be time, time to ask, or wonder, what the future might include. Though I knew her but in passing by, I’ll remember ‘till I die. And yet I must not ask for more for I have had it all before, yes had it all, from first to last, the worst and best, and in the way I could not understand until today, had the fruit of love before the fall and it was good – so good, indeed. So what more do I need? I have known the smell of Spring, the taste of Spring – the days and ways when life begins anew; I have slept with, talked with Nature heart-to-heart but still can’t comprehend this complex thing. So how should I begin composing thoughts to words worth offering to you? Though I knew her but in passing by, I’ll remember ‘till I die. I have felt the awesome weight of Autumn pressed against the breast of Earth when all prepare to sleep – to sleep but dream of hope that she might keep seeds with which to start once more the grand succession of before, splendid thoughts my simple words can just suggest. So what then could I need? And where then should I start? Shall I claim, I have slain the dragons of the id, written words to soften hardest hearts to tears, drank with kings and danced with queens and lived four hundred years? No, that’s not it at all, it seems. It’s just not what I did. Then shall I say I looked around and saw my life sorted, typed in columns there before my eyes and hated all I saw although I realize our fervent want to columnize, to categorize and standardize and thereby rationalize. [But I still decline to be a line of numbers, undemanding heap of digits on a mound of ink-stained paper – folded, filed away.] So what more can I say? And what more need I say? Shall I curse [or praise instead] that power which brings despair whenever you’re not near? Each minute spent without you seems an hour, each day is like a month, each week a year. Shall I wrestle Time lest he consume my wrath against the fading of my light, or must I acquiesce and not presume and slip in silence into that long night? Shall the morning and the evening form the seventh day for me to reminisce, to discard reticence and thus reform my thoughts? But still it all comes back to this: Though I knew her but in passing by, I’ll remember her until I die. I grow old . . . My hair is thin and gray. My legs and thoughts are frail today. Perhaps I’ll wear suspenders and start walking with a cane. |
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jbouder Member Elite
since 1999-09-18
Posts 2534Whole Sort Of Genl Mish Mash |
Pete: I really like this poem. I think the "looseness" of form (even with the rhyme) works very well with this poem. You've built some strong skills, bud. I enjoyed the read. Jim |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
I shall read this soon again... and come back on this, if I may please... regards, sudhir |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
I like the way you wove the rhyme through the free verse, Pete... It made the poem much more interesting...  ~ chipmunk hugsLyra |
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Bridget Shenachie Senior Member
since 2002-01-23
Posts 1056Kansas USA |
I enjoy your way with words. Your musings of September are well-penned. Shenachie |
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Not A Poet Member Elite
since 1999-11-03
Posts 3885Oklahoma, USA |
Hi Jim, Sudhir, Lyra and Bridget. Thanks for reading and commenting. Yes, this was something different for me. As you can see, I couldn't completely give up rhyme and meter. BTW, did no one catch the little bonus near the end? Thanks, Pete |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
I loved the way you talked freely of September. It really was a relaxed read. The poem to me flowed and rhymed wonderfully and from the beginning to end it captured my attention. Thank you Maree  |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
So we savor each and every day of our seasons of life... Living each day to its fullest now will give us all the more to ponder upon when we're wearing those suspenders and walking with canes, don't you think? This is quite brilliant, my friend. I enjoyed it immensely...  |
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Tammy Blessing Member
since 2002-08-26
Posts 366PA |
I really enjoyed this. I too tend to rhyme and I think it's really cool how you wove free-verse in with your rhyming. Thanks for this "September" offering. Peace,love,light and happiness Tammy |
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