Keeping with Wallace Steven's structure and theme of beauty in the barren winter of life, I find myself contemplating the transitions in life; the autumns of life - not quite summer, not quite fall, and never permanent.
One must have a mind of autumn To regard trembling aspen memories Of honey gold leaves quaking in the wind whisped path; And have lived many times in between seasons To behold the fleeting and ever passing illustrious fire colors, The wilting land in the September sun Of the shifting winds; and not to think Of any misery in the sound of the wavering breeze In the sound of those last dangling memories Which is the sound of the living Full of reverence of the dying That is blowing us through one season into the next For the listener, who listens to the inevitable October air, And, beholds everything, beholds Everything that is not there and everything that is.
the mind- although a wild and glorious place the past not easily changed or erased default settings find their way, complex thoughts distracted- replaced with petty thoughts, simple and traced: anger, envy, judgment and hate. grace and passion simply give way mental continents colliding in place wild dreams lost- lengths escaped driftwood floating beyond wavy seascapes.More
BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this […]More
constellations of sorrow true northern stars lifetimes of faith in dark amber nights glittering skylines peripheral lights fall through glimmers of smoke upon charcoal skylines eternal words breath exhale those long sighs heartbeat of worlds a cadence of time follow your heart regrets long gone temporary reminders mourning dawnsMore