The Blaze of Glory

Glorious

Thank you ❤️

Amen, Luna❣ I feel or have felt every bit of your pain. As I age I find myself living in increasingly smaller increments. Sometimes all I can control is one minute at a time. I've stopped fearing death, as I had most of my life. I see each day as bonus time most of the time. If I let all my regret, and supposed sins of commission and ommission pile on I'd be crushed, rendered paralyzed by their weight. Thank you so much for sharing this honest, hearfelt slice of your life experience. We're all in this together. Bravissima❣

Thank you so much for reading and for your kind words!

Deep soul searching...  

Has the feel of whipsawing waves...

Awakening the darkness at the surface...

Beautiful and inspires me

Thank you, Cipher!

Dear L,

I loved the comparison of nature’s aging and death to our own. I really appreciated the mental turmoil of regrets. Ugh! Trying to purge them is impossible for me, hard as I try. I find myself in step with this poem as each new day finds me appreciating what I’ve been given but kind of looking forward to returning to the earth. Beautiful piece. H🌷

Your comments are always such a joy to read, thank you Honoria 💖💖

Thank you so much for reading!

Your imagery and bold creativity really leave me with a sense of kinship along with a true bountiful understanding, dear lady. The wonderfully written metaphoric usage wholly engages and accentuates the deep resonance of trying to come to terms with aging and those potential regrets one may experience along the way... To find a sort of peace within the natural world helps to quiet and soothe the various worries that getting older can often plague us with. What a beautiful juxtaposition, imo.

So much to feel here that is immensely moving and 100% relatable; especially in how you openly and freely render your uniquely inspired pen, Luna.

Thank you for sharing your journey with us, it's very much felt, admired and appreciated.

🌹💙 - B

It is always such a joy to read your lovely comments, Blue - thank you sincerely for taking the time to articulate such a thoughtful response ❤️

The sense of cycles of life I think our echoed in your metaphors of seasons and it is done smoothly, adroitly. There's a sense of summation, looking back across life and taking those lessons into the future that is very relatable and resonant. Your voice has come a long way.

Thank you so much for your kind words, Daniel 💖

Hi Luna,

Jeez you nailed that life conundrum. You are very skilled at capturing those ephemeral episodes.

I love your work. There is a class in it that i find hard to pin point. I don't think I have read a poor effort yet.

Regards,
BITS

Thank you so much, BITS 💖

I could not help but think of Don't Fear The Reaper as I read this. Beautiful work.

Excellent song, thank you!!

The themes of aging and self-reflection seem to go hand in hand when it comes to pieces. We look inward, remember, regret (for some), cringe (for me), laugh, cry and learn from each lesson. As we get higher on that mountain and look down at the plains do we notice the climb has always had it's obstacles.

Completely relatable, honest and profound.

Thank you so much, Wally 💖

That is wearing your thoughts on your sleeve. Nice write.

Thank you!

Absolute lovely lines...  nice piece Luna.

Thank you so much 💖

Hi Luna,

Your first line is deeper than you imagine....I have it all, yet....    I love it, the unscratchable itch.

Enjoyed your ponderings, always interesting and well considered.

BITS

Thank you so much, Bits!  

A wry smile erupts...

I didn't realise that this was a poem I have read already... Reading my original comments is weird and uncanny, I totally agree with my initial reaction to the reading. And my recent reading evoked something different... jeez you gotta love literature....

Also, a window into how ones opinion is moulded by their familiarity with the poet.... the most recent reading was by a fan, already won over. Love your words.

BITS

You are so kind, truly.  Thank you!

This poem delves deep into the paradox of abundance and yearning, portraying a poignant reflection on the human condition. The speaker's conflicting emotions towards their own wealth and the passage of time are vividly expressed through striking imagery and introspective musings.
The opening stanza sets the tone with a raw admission of self-imposed deprivation in the quest for appreciation—a masochistic act that underscores the complexity of gratitude in the face of plenty.
The subsequent verses weave a tapestry of metaphors, likening the passage of time to the gradual browning of grass and fading of hair, symbolizing the relentless march towards mortality. The speaker grapples with the duality of embracing life's truths while confronting the pervasive presence of ego-driven illusions—a struggle encapsulated in the evocative imagery of "a long shadow across the lawn" and "the truth that becomes visible only once we cut away all the bullshit."
The poem oscillates between moments of vulnerability and resilience, capturing the oscillation between faith and doubt, hope and despair. The speaker's journey mirrors the cyclic nature of seasons, finding solace in the prospect of new beginnings amidst the inevitability of endings.
Ultimately, "The Blaze of Glory" invites readers to contemplate the intricacies of existence, urging them to embrace life's transitions with a spirit of acceptance and anticipation for the bountiful harvest that awaits.

Wow, thank you so much!