LOST AND FOUND
Years flow like a mighty river
cascading over a waterfall.
Cherished relationships often perish in its wake.
The loss sometimes takes years to absorb
and even longer to fully appreciate.
Yet when fate allows a reconnection,
the underlying cause for the breach is unclear.
More of the pleasant memories are awakened
than the reason for a broken alliance.
Weekly poetry prompts drawing inspiration from a selected quote from the BrainyQuote website.
THIS WEEK'S QUOTE PROMPT:
My biggest excuse to others and myself was that I had writer's block, as if it was some kind of illness. Mary Garden
My biggest excuse to others and myself was that I had writer's block, as if it was some kind of illness. Mary Garden
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
#2 - Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content.
RESPECTFUL CONTEMPLATION
The metamorphosis of gentle breezes into hurricane winds.
The transformation of a tiny spark into a fiery, destructive blaze.
The simple alteration of a leaf from green to gold to brown.
I am struck by the steadfastness of change
and contemplate, with renewed respect,
the power controlling our destiny.
The metamorphosis of gentle breezes into hurricane winds.
The transformation of a tiny spark into a fiery, destructive blaze.
The simple alteration of a leaf from green to gold to brown.
I am struck by the steadfastness of change
and contemplate, with renewed respect,
the power controlling our destiny.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
#1 - Love is Space and Time Measured by the Heart.
LOVE'S VOYAGE
As an infant, love came freely,
with no stipulations.
The unique and helpless baby
made it flow from an endless fountain.
It was given and returned easily,
with no threat of being taken away or withheld.
It was love in its purest form
by its simple demonstration.
As a teenager, love was more complicated.
Without constraints just a few years ago,
the awkwardness of adolescence made
it difficult to reciprocate or convey.
On the path between childhood and maturity,
it was taken for granted as a rightful possession,
but was seldom passed on
without impossible preconditions.
As a young adult, love grew even more complex.
Centered on the passion of a moment,
it wasn’t understood on a deeper level.
The growing process far from over,
the depth of what it meant was buried by
all-or-nothing expectations.
It exploded in flames when assumptions were burned
by the fire of disappointment.
Today, love encompasses everything.
It defines what I want and where I’m going.
It exists in the simple joy of waking each day,
in the smell of a freshly mowed lawn,
on a walk in the sand at the ocean’s edge,
in the faith and trust I put in our relationship.
It is who I am, who you are, and who we are.
We find comfort in its splendor
and are enraptured by the magic it performs.
As an infant, love came freely,
with no stipulations.
The unique and helpless baby
made it flow from an endless fountain.
It was given and returned easily,
with no threat of being taken away or withheld.
It was love in its purest form
by its simple demonstration.
As a teenager, love was more complicated.
Without constraints just a few years ago,
the awkwardness of adolescence made
it difficult to reciprocate or convey.
On the path between childhood and maturity,
it was taken for granted as a rightful possession,
but was seldom passed on
without impossible preconditions.
As a young adult, love grew even more complex.
Centered on the passion of a moment,
it wasn’t understood on a deeper level.
The growing process far from over,
the depth of what it meant was buried by
all-or-nothing expectations.
It exploded in flames when assumptions were burned
by the fire of disappointment.
Today, love encompasses everything.
It defines what I want and where I’m going.
It exists in the simple joy of waking each day,
in the smell of a freshly mowed lawn,
on a walk in the sand at the ocean’s edge,
in the faith and trust I put in our relationship.
It is who I am, who you are, and who we are.
We find comfort in its splendor
and are enraptured by the magic it performs.
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