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Wanting with the Spirit
- Wanting with the Spirit -
Sometimes I think I’d like to stem the flow of days,
Take time to enjoy the colors of the autumn leaves…
And spend an eternity for every hue, and golden rays:
Sent from the smiling sun, on every pleasant breeze.
So brief is each season, its’ beauty so very fleeting!
Wouldst that I could hold each to my bosom in turn…
Before, the snow sends the pretty colors retreating.
Mayhap, for such pleasant power, gods ever yearn,
And mortals daydream, pining for eternal paradise!
Living in the moment sometimes does naught justice.
Too soon is summer gone, too soon cometh the ice!
For all things are governed by cycles that do persist.
The spirit wants so little, yet by much is it crowded…
Too fast do people live today; I hath no use for such,
For rushing about, for never stopping to see flowers!
I prefer a simpler way, and such a way requires much,
Yet so little, and in return we are given love’s powers.
Joy and wonder, seeing with eyes once very clouded!
Sometimes I think I’d like to stem the count of years,
Halt my beauty, before age catches it; keep it pristine.
And would that I couldst turn back all my shed tears,
From all the moments when faded seemed the gleam:
Of, light and love and life and living, and all I adore!
How I tire of the passing of things, of things fading…
Leaving me to mourn, to desire, to crave much more.
Why, must sorrow persist, when laughter is abating?
I oft fancy that it would be beautiful if death ceased,
At least for me, so that I could take generations even:
To dance and sing and share my joy, to spread peace!
Knowing not, of weakness or frailty: never grieving.
The spirit wants so little, yet by much is it crowded…
Too fast do people live today; I hath no use for such,
For rushing about, for never stopping to see flowers!
I prefer a simpler way, and such a way requires much,
Yet so little, and in return we are given love’s powers.
Joy and wonder, seeing with eyes once very clouded!
Sometimes I wonder if anyone will remember verses,
Penned by me in errant wonder or ecstatic moments…
And if they will speak of me with love or with curses.
If those I adore will regard me with finer sentiments!
When the autumn of my life turns at last to the winter,
Will I fade like the autumn leaves, or remain vibrant?
Will I age like a fine wine from some skilled vintner!
I am told I will, and so I remain ever in joy adamant.
Why sorrow over the passing of days; it cannot alter,
The cycles of the universe that govern such a matter!
I will remain strong, beautiful, and hope not to falter.
My spirit will stay free from every shackle and fetter!
Sometimes I think I’d like to stem the flow of days,
Take time to enjoy the colors of the autumn leaves…
And spend an eternity for every hue, and golden rays:
Sent from the smiling sun, on every pleasant breeze.
So brief is each season, its’ beauty so very fleeting!
Wouldst that I could hold each to my bosom in turn…
Before, the snow sends the pretty colors retreating.
Mayhap, for such pleasant power, gods ever yearn,
And mortals daydream, pining for eternal paradise!
Living in the moment sometimes does naught justice.
Too soon is summer gone, too soon cometh the ice!
For all things are governed by cycles that do persist.
The spirit wants so little, yet by much is it crowded…
Too fast do people live today; I hath no use for such,
For rushing about, for never stopping to see flowers!
I prefer a simpler way, and such a way requires much,
Yet so little, and in return we are given love’s powers.
Joy and wonder, seeing with eyes once very clouded!
Sometimes I think I’d like to stem the count of years,
Halt my beauty, before age catches it; keep it pristine.
And would that I couldst turn back all my shed tears,
From all the moments when faded seemed the gleam:
Of, light and love and life and living, and all I adore!
How I tire of the passing of things, of things fading…
Leaving me to mourn, to desire, to crave much more.
Why, must sorrow persist, when laughter is abating?
I oft fancy that it would be beautiful if death ceased,
At least for me, so that I could take generations even:
To dance and sing and share my joy, to spread peace!
Knowing not, of weakness or frailty: never grieving.
The spirit wants so little, yet by much is it crowded…
Too fast do people live today; I hath no use for such,
For rushing about, for never stopping to see flowers!
I prefer a simpler way, and such a way requires much,
Yet so little, and in return we are given love’s powers.
Joy and wonder, seeing with eyes once very clouded!
Sometimes I wonder if anyone will remember verses,
Penned by me in errant wonder or ecstatic moments…
And if they will speak of me with love or with curses.
If those I adore will regard me with finer sentiments!
When the autumn of my life turns at last to the winter,
Will I fade like the autumn leaves, or remain vibrant?
Will I age like a fine wine from some skilled vintner!
I am told I will, and so I remain ever in joy adamant.
Why sorrow over the passing of days; it cannot alter,
The cycles of the universe that govern such a matter!
I will remain strong, beautiful, and hope not to falter.
My spirit will stay free from every shackle and fetter!
Published 9th Oct 2014
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10th Oct 2014 1:25am
Thats so beautifully written dear Jessica. I envisioned colourful autumn leaves blown by the wind with you walking through it.
17th Oct 2014 8:04am
Autumn is my very favorite time of year, dear Grace, along with spring, and I always find a great deal of delight walking through the woods in the autumn amongst the beautifully colored trees and leaves. It's just magical and wonderful for me! Some see autumn as a prelude to winter, and thus as a season of death, but me I see it as a season of beauty, life, and a time for re-affirming all that is beautiful and blessed in life. Of course, there is the dark side of autumn as well, but that is all part of what makes Samhain such a special and amazing time of year! Very happy you liked my poem, Grace. It is ever a pleasure to hear from you, too! :D
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10th Oct 2014 8:51pm
So much strength in this write, it shines through the words, and as always. sweet memories of victorian times, much enjoyed sweet little sister
17th Oct 2014 8:11am
I am very pleased to see you enjoyed this poem, Mourganna, and happy that it enchanted you so! I tend to pour my inner strength into all my works, so it's no surprise it would be powerfully evident here as well. Great to see you picked up on it, too! Though given my vibrant spirit, it would be hard for anyone to miss. *Wink* Ah, Victorian times! Always a subject of great interest. In many ways, the modern Gothic style owes much to that era, so it holds a special place in my heart therefore. I would say those were simpler times, but no time is ever simple since people are infinitely complex. But I'd not have humanity any other way! From complexity comes creativity... and good poetry, too.
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