I think people are all busy, many kids
preparing to go back to school many others busy saying bye to their
summer love and a lot of others still perplexed before some lost
opportunities. I am seeing summer and all its ingredients for a long
time now. I myself have gone through it many times. Even
though I hate the summer heat, I love the arrival of fall and bright
days hesitating to give way to those dark days to come. In those days
I take a walk and there is a spiritual nurturing to my soul in those
walks and every time I walk like that I know I will end up with some
piece of verse that makes me feel real good for sometime. I usually
give that piece of verse some time so that it can mature in my mind.
But today I thought those people who comes out of their busy lives to
visit this site may need this.
Well said that, there
isn’t much people visiting my site these days. Hate me for this, I am
seriously thinking of shutting this down and concentrate more on my
poems and my own network of sites. I may miss a lot of you, but there
is a time to move on. I don’t know when that time will reach my door
step.
Here is the poem.
The Chance.
The summer wind blown up the dead dust,
And so on went up a tale untold,
Through the digital magnificence,
I saw a face so close but yet so far
away.
The ways are all closed I thought,
No more dreams I can weave,
As entangled I felt in the unfulfilled
ones,
Not anymore I can drag my heart,
And back trace the passions deep inside
so fragile,
When in the depths of thoughts bury
Dreams in a lifetime weaved,
As I may see you go holding another
hand.
But as the dust settles and heat bids
farewell,
When earth turns away into another
side,
There is a cool breeze brewing,
To blow up the dead leaves falling.
In those leaves some days rested,
My dreams I thought will remain green,
Everlastingly through many seasons to
come,
But no well said verse may describe,
A feeling I wish I could repeal.
Alas, the seasons have changed,
So the clarity of the reality,
That face will remain in memory
evergreen,
So I will feel what felt
every time I walk,
In a summer evening
bidding farewell,
To the singing birds and
welcomes,
The fall of life all
around nature,
The cold breeze reached
the top of the trees,
And the howls sounds like
a prayer,
Of nature to nurture the
beauty,
Through fall and the
freezing to come.
Will I ever get another
chance to dance,
In the April rain and
whistle,
On a bright summer night?
I will not get another
chance I am sure,
As forever I will remain
in this chance I’ve got,
As the warmth of the
memory of these days,
And the light left in my
heart of my love for her,
Will always keep the
freshness of spring,
Even when everything dies
and freezes over.
I know what you mean Lonely Poet. I have been one of those that have neglected your sweet words and my own muse. After Steven died I thought that I had nothing to write but I was wrong, as a Pilgrim I know that my journey will never be at a full close for the horizon is a never ending line that always teases and plays with the senses urging ones soul on.
It sucks when you experience a dry spell in comments, those that tell you they don’t write for comments are lying. If you were writing something for mere self reflection you would get a real paper journal. Once in awhile I experience a dry spell and it is very disheartening, but I remember that I must cross deserts to appreciate the springs and lakes.
I know a minister that runs an out reach program, he often complains that at the first of the month when WIC checks are in abundence that no one comes to his church, and that when they do they are merely there for the free food. He told me once that he felt as if he were speaking to the wind.
I told him that even those who speak to the wind will eventually have their messages carried across oceans. He smiled and told that I was right.
I have never had as much popularity as you, or PoemsAreMySoul, but I love to write and I will scream to the wind and never be silenced even if cricket filled fields are the only ones who hear my poems.
I love your site and your kind words of wisdom, I hope that you stay a little longer on this path with me.
-Pilgrim of Truth
p.s. I love the poem. Autumn is my favorite season. It is my favorite season because through it mother nature teaches one of its most enduring leasons, that even in death one can find beauty and wonder.
i LOVE FALL! i hate the summer heat and stress… fall is my favorite season. FOR SURE!
i love you poem, its beautiful. beautiful work!
alot of people blow off fall, fall is amazing, and this fall is gonna be my best one yet!
your*
hi.
Thank you. You’re probably one of maybe two or three people who actually give valuable crit. 🙂
I did write that one rather quickly. Perhaps it could use the old hatchet. I’ll consider it.
~lisa
I enjoy your writings and am so busy at this time I don’t comment as I should. I enjoyed the poem and I hope to have to post a few on your other site as well. I hope you stay longer and I have the chance to know you better.
=TBR=
The guy in my profile pic is the one and only Trent Reznor. If there is one mind with a familiar connection I respond to, it is Reznor’s. I know where you’re coming from, how life seems plainly repetitive. Any sense of moving on, time expansion, time presence, the days itself just seems to either stagnate or pass very slowly as if it is on its way to being immobile. I’ve felt my life as such for a while now but I have come to terms with it. And thinking of lemonade, this is how life is, stagnating and too warm to breathe sometimes, but might as well drink the lemonade producing from such a thing.
I found a song that I hang my heart onto and it is in tune to all of this. “Everyday is Exactly the Same” by Nine Inch Nails. I’m not sure if it is in line with your music taste, but the sound and lyrics warm me and make me feel less alone in this.
haha actually no, thats my sister at the bottom….
haha.
NOOOOO!!!!!! Don’t shut this site down! I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner…I couldn’t visit ANY site ’cause I had no internet service for three days. Just got back on.
Please, PLEASE continue to share your beautiful works with us, your faithful Xanga readers!
(P.S.: My own lack of updates is caused by a serious lack of ink…no poetic muse…ugh!)
hm.i never thought of lonely as being nice.
ill have to consider it. i should be the expert..
shutting off is perfect sometimes for one to do, just never shut yourself up.
okay? i like talking to yo,u
dont thank me silly.
-faE
ps: if you need to move on and it is best to you, than you must. besides you write poetry for an audience of one do you not, just as all writers do? it is only an after fact that you share its beauty with us. if you go, i’ll miss you!
but dont think we wont udnerstand.
It’ll be really sad if you close down your site. Like the poem by the way, winter is my favorite season , time to sit by the fire and look out the window at the rain:).Nice chatting the other day.
You should not shut down your site. Your work is too good!!! Many, many of us enjoy reading. What I’ve noticed in my experience with Xanga is that many times people visit & read but don’t always post. I know with me, I haven’t been posting & visiting as many sites lately because of the beautiful weather. Things should get back to normal as fall gets closer. Beautiful poem.
Thanks for your comments & for further explaining. I wish you the best of luck. Hopefully you’ll still pop in when you can & keep in touch. Keep us updated on how to read your material, etc.
Hey, I hope you get this message! I don’t know if the offline message I left on messenger went through. With my luck, I’m sure it didn’t. lol
I enjoyed our conversation, although I apologize for it ending so abruptly…..my computer froze. I’ve tried signing onto messenger again but I think it hates me because it keeps freezing and/or booting me. To add fuel to the fire, we had a storm last night afterwards and I just got offline completely.
Do you ever use AIM? If so, I think I have better luck with that. My username is on my page…hit me up on AIM. But if you don’t want to talk to me again, I’ll understand…I have a piece of crap computer. Grrr!
P.S.: What is this song playing here? It sounds like Elton John singing.