Monday, December 12, 2011

Late Thoughts

Incredible, years gone
with thoughts of you I’ve pondered upon
remaining near, I resent you none.
.
From time to time, I leap
And learn the rope of what to keep
inside me, Love has grown deep.
.
I fall, all of us fall at last,
Turn every present into past,
and what a remarkable blast.
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20 comments:

  1. VictoriaDecember 12, 2011 at 6:55 PM

    There's a bit of sadness lurking in this well-penned poem. The past is always a part of us.

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  2. AnonymousDecember 12, 2011 at 7:08 PM

    stanza before last, just real nice, cool work!!
    happy gooseberry day! :)
    http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/12/12/a-dream-and-a-whisper/

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  3. AnonymousDecember 12, 2011 at 7:48 PM

    I love this! The rhythm and wordcraft are wonderful. The ending made me smile. :)

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  4. SheilaDecember 12, 2011 at 8:11 PM

    this has a twisting rhyme scheme that was refreshing for me.

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  5. steveroniDecember 12, 2011 at 8:47 PM

    Yup! Nice shortie. I'm so glad my past is 'past' (passed?)--I do not regret it, for the past brought me here to the now. That leaves only the future to fear...but I have not fear of that. SO...the present: I let it be, rather than 'be' it.

    See? You sure--in such few words, give a lot to "ponder upon"!

    Thanks
    PEACE!

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  6. AnonymousDecember 12, 2011 at 9:59 PM

    I think when we fall, we lean to pick ourselves up and learn to live again. Beautiful poem

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  7. ElizenaDecember 12, 2011 at 10:09 PM

    When I fall, which I do often, I think of leaves which fall year after year. They have to fall so that the trees can sleep and be reborn vibrant and green for the next year.
    So while I'm down, I take a nap and wake up refreshed. LOL!! True story!
    Thanks for visiting my blog!

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  8. HemaDecember 12, 2011 at 10:33 PM

    So true. Every present is gonna be a past soon. Well written.

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  9. UnknownDecember 12, 2011 at 10:36 PM

    Without someone to lean upon,
    I look for ways to reach the sky,
    But loneliness fills my nights,
    While my past marches by,
    But when morning brings the sun,
    I smile as I soak in the heat,
    I'm ready to face the world again,
    With many new friends to meet.

    Your poem is sad but beautiful. Thanks for sharing.

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  10. Susie ClevengerDecember 12, 2011 at 10:41 PM

    love the rhyme in this...from time to time i leap and learn the rope of what i keep...beautiful...Nice work!

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  11. kaykualaDecember 13, 2011 at 5:59 AM

    Great verse! We pick ourselves up when we fall, that is true. We have to!

    Hank

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  12. Mark ButkusDecember 13, 2011 at 8:06 AM

    There is something to be said about looking fondly at the past sans bitterness and you have said it. Well done!
    Cheers,
    Mark

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  13. AnonymousDecember 13, 2011 at 1:31 PM

    quirky end to this brought a smile.

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  14. AnonymousDecember 13, 2011 at 5:46 PM

    Remarkable blast indeed! Truly struck a chord with the last two lines!

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  15. Emilino EmloileDecember 13, 2011 at 7:38 PM

    Very mysterious-sounding, and powerfully written! I found you through a comment on another site, and you have an amazing talent.
    I love poetry and enjoyed reading this.
    Thank you!

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  16. Charlie ParantDecember 13, 2011 at 10:31 PM

    and learn the rope of what to keep...great line,we all have to figure out what to hang on to and what to let go

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  17. Dave KingDecember 14, 2011 at 5:23 AM

    Excellent write. I wasn't sure about "blast" at first, but it's grown on me. Impressive!

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  18. AnonymousDecember 14, 2011 at 5:49 AM

    Fabulous poem. Bravo. Loved this.

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  19. AnonymousDecember 18, 2011 at 3:28 AM

    cool poem, love the dark tone :)

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  20. adanDecember 18, 2011 at 7:35 AM

    "From time to time, I leap
    And learn the rope of what to keep
    inside me"

    love those lines ;-)

    esp liked how the third line was a break-off-continuation of the end of the second line, it's like it pulled the rope of learning, deep inside

    nice, thank you!

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