I look upon the spring
buds fuzzy on the tree
and I think of past springs
and of future springs to be
I look with different eyes
than the eyes of before
eyes that have forgotten
the joy in little things
I look with lenses fogged
with layer upon layer of hurt
and I see a path up
as I see one down
I see choices I have never seen before
and I contemplate the seasons
envy in their wisdom
and I see a life in nature
that may well see beyond me
I always thought myself superior
to the bird and to the tree
but that was then
before I lost what was free
So I struggle to see what is to be seen
clear as day and leaf and tea
but one sees not with eye
when the mind refuses to be
The train is leaving
as it has before
forever on time
forever beyond my shore
I hear the whistle of beak
and the hoot from a tree
as what was brown gives way
as the flower to the bee
Moving as the wind
as fingers through the leaves
raking out the old
like gold to thieves
And I wonder to myself
why I still refrain
from letting go
that forever moving train
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Version Two
My eyes glass the day
and I see the velvet swelling
buds of promise
fragrant hue cloaked
patient as nature is patient
And as I reflect on the awakening beauty
I am reminded of forty before
and perhaps of forty more
or thirty
or maybe, just maybe
this is it
Aged eyes
seeing not what is before thee
but seeing all that has been
and where stands a tree
is seen the rake and the bag
and where sways a flower
is seen the wasp and bee
and where watches the sky
is seen the burn and the rain
for the eyes of today
see not as the eyes of yesterday
when there was joy in grass
and leaves were toys
and the day endless in exploration
joy and discovery
When I was young
the yard was ours
nature and me
When I grew
the yard was mine
subjugated to my
hand and desire
When I woke this morning
I wondered where, when
what was one
had become two
and the sun smiled
a kiss upon my cheek
to say
I have been here
as I was yesterday
as I will be tomorrow
for it is you
who have changed
19 comments:
Each day which master key is one new day. Each day is an awakening with the life, each thing is different, what one saw yesterday is not what one sees today and will not be what one will see tomorrow!
The image is superb, Trée, like always and your writings which accompanies gives to this image a majestic side.
Merci Pierre. Vos paroles sont la crème dans mon café, le sucre dans mon thé, le chocolat sur mon croissant.
J'ai essayé, par deux fois, d'exprimer la frustration de la vie dans ma tête au lieu de l'expérience directe avec le monde. Je suis mal à voir le monde tel qu'il est, plutôt que comme je suis. Vos merveilleuses des commentaires sont très importants pour moi et je l'apprécie beaucoup. Hugs and kisses. :-)
Vous êtes si merveilleux et si adorable Trée !
Je ressens la même chose Trée avec vos paroles. Vous me faites l'effet d'une douceur dans cette vie si malmenée et cela me réjouit...
Vous avez énormément de choses à raconter, et chaque jour je viens écouter.
Vous avez l'esprit tourmenté et chaque jour j'entends ce qui vous chagrine.
Vous avez beaucoup de choses à offrir et chaque jour je viens en prendre une.
Je vous apprécie pour ce que vous exprimez parce que vous osez le faire.
Je reste muette face à la souffrance. Je souffre de ce que sont certaines personnes mais je souffre en silence.
Merci Trée pour tout cela !
You are so marvellous and so adorable Trée!
I feel the same thing with your words. You made me the effect of sweetness in this life so badly and I am delighted ...
You have so much to tell, and each day I just listen.
You have tormented mind and every day I hear your sorrows.
You have a lot to offer and each day I come to take a gift.
I appreciate you for what you speak because you dare to do so.
I remain silent when confronted with the suffering. I suffer from what are some people but I suffer in silence.
Thank's Trée for all that!
Et merci aussi pour emprunter la langue française et vous exprimez ainsi avec elle...
And thank you also to borrow the French language and you express thus with it… I'm very touched !
You are like an angel on this world!
Pierre, la souffrance que je demande c'est de lui donner raison, comme si en moi est un démon, une créature me tenir en otage, pour me forcer à écrire à la douleur de la mort. Donc, comme les nuits, je survivre chaque jour et chaque nuit par des saignements un peu plus. Combien de jours je peux continuer à saigner je ne sais pas. Comment puis-je garder mon âme intacte est également d'une question de poids lourd sur mon esprit. Donc, quand je dis, que les commentaires comme le vôtre garder la tête hors de l'eau, je ne peux pas vous dire combien cela est vrai et à quel point j'apprécie vos visites et de l'amour que vous quittez pour moi avec vos paroles. Je voudrais vous serrer si je pouvais, et peut-être quelques autres choses. :-)
Et ma chère femme douce, l'ange que vous voyez est le reflet dans le miroir de mes yeux. :-)
Trée, I don't cease to read and read still your last writings. I'm disturbed and I don't know if I correctly perceive what you write.
You talk about suffering ...
But Tree, the man ( you) also speaks to me of this suffering ....
And this time it's man that I read. This man that I would like to really know,lived great moments in its life, but also lives with a great pain that I do not know the name nor the reason .... If I speak to the poet, I will honor it for what it says.
If I talk to the man, I will listen and suffer with him, try to ease his pain, give a smile, comfort, give a little of my life.
Here we comment on what we see, but we do not know the people behind the screen!
It's frustrating and mysterious at once.
But what about this man that suffers if I do not know his torment? How to know and understand the man behind the poet?
You appreciate my presence, and I appreciate your presence… But it is the case of all these people who come here! You are very admired, and you have your faithful who come every day here to write to you.I don't think of being single… and my words are not too those of different!
I don't speak quite English it's true but I think that what I say it's also what everyone says to you!
There is much love around you… You illuminate all the people present here! It's a great success, Trée!
You give much and you receive much!
Kiss... ;)
Trée, Je ne cesse de lire et de lire encore vos derniers écrits. Je suis troublée et je ne sais pas si je perçois correctement ce que vous écrivez.
Vous parlez de la souffrance ... Je la ressens dans vos poèmes parce que je lis le poète...
Mais Trée, l'homme me parle aussi de cette souffrance .... Et cette fois c'est l'homme que je lis. Cet homme que je souhaiterais vraiment rencontrer a vécu de grands moments dans sa vie, mais vit aussi avec une énorme souffrance dont je n'en connais pas le nom, ni la raison ....
Si je parle au poète, je vais l'honorer pour ce qu'il écrit.
Si je parle à l'homme , je vais écouter et souffrir avec lui, essayer de soulager sa peine, lui donner un sourire, du réconfort, lui donner un peu de ma vie.
Ici nous faisons des commentaires sur ce que l'on voit, mais nous ne connaissons pas les personnes qui sont derrière leur écran! C'est frustrant et c'est mystérieux à la fois.
Mais que dire à cet homme qui souffre si je ne connais pas ses tourments ? Comment connaitre et comprendre l'homme qui est derriere le poète ?
Vous appréciez ma présence, et j'apprécie la votre ... Mais c'est le cas de tous ces gens qui viennent ici! Vous êtes très admiré, et vous avez vos fidèles qui viennent chaque jour ici pour vous écrire . Je ne pense pas être la seule ... et mes mots ne sont pas trop différents de ceux des autres!
Je ne parle pas bien anglais, il est vrai, mais je pense que ce que je dis, c'est aussi ce que tout le monde vous dit!
Il y a beaucoup d'amour autour de vous ... Vous illuminez toutes les personnes présentes ici! C'est une belle réussite, Trée!
Vous donnez beaucoup et vous recevez beaucoup!
Pierre de Lune, je vous remercie de votre cœur. L'entreprise de travail I
pour dépôt de bilan il ya trois semaines et cela a été la principale source
de la douleur de la fin pour moi. Avec le temps, les nuages passer et le soleil
briller à nouveau, de cela, je ne doute pas. Et je suis très béni avec la
les lecteurs de ce blog qui me douche avec plus d'amour et d'encouragement que je
ne pourrait jamais avoir le droit d'attendre, y compris vous-même. Pour cela, je serai
éternellement reconnaissant. Merci beaucoup. Amour à vous.
Pierre de Lune, je dois dire aussi, vous avez touché mon cœur de vos paroles sincères d'une façon que peu d'autres l'ont fait. Merci de partager votre amour, pour être l'ange sur mon épaule, et chuchote des mots doux et aimables pour moi de traverser l'océan. Je ne peux pas vous dire combien quelques paroles aimables sont appréciés. Il suffit de savoir, que comme un homme dans le désert a soif de l'eau, j'ai moi aussi la soif de l'amour et tant de gentillesse de me laisser ici. Je voudrais vous serrer dans demain si je pouvais l'embrasser et vous tourné jusqu'à la lune bleue de l'envie. Baisers.
Thank you very much, Trée for this confidence! This time I understand better what you are in the moment of living. I understand your despair, I understand this feeling of loneliness and this impression of failure.
I understand your frame of mind and your heart.
It's a sad news and it's very hard to live with! Our presence can only comfort you a little, our words are encouragements, our words support you… I know that I am powerless in the face of it but I wish very intensely that tomorrow brings a new life!
I hope not to have been too indiscreet by asking for the reasons of this suffering to you… It's a personal thing which one does not have inevitably desire to share with everyone…. just and simply with poetries which speak about the life!
It's also a way to escape her despair a few moments by turning in another way… And I went beyond that, I'm sorry.
I just want to understand, to understand you, Trée !
I kiss you affectionately Trée.
Merci beaucoup, Trée pour cette confidence! Cette fois, je comprends mieux ce que vous êtes en train de vivre en ce moment. Je comprends votre désespoir, je comprends ce sentiment de solitude et cette impression d'échec.
Je comprends votre état d'esprit et votre coeur.
C'est une triste nouvelle et il est très difficile de vivre avec! Notre présence ne peut que vous réconforter un peu, nos mots sont des encouragements, nos paroles peuvent vous soulager un peu... je sais que je suis impuissante face à cela, mais je souhaite très fortement que, demain, vous apporte une nouvelle vie!
J'espère ne pas avoir été trop indiscrète, en vous demandant les raisons de cette souffrance ... C'est une chose personnelle que l'on n'a pas forcément envie de partager avec tout le monde .... juste et simplement avec des poésies qui parlent de la vie!
C'est aussi une manière d'échapper au désespoir quelques instants en l'exprimant d'une autre manière ... Et je suis allé au-delà de cela, je suis désolée.
Je veux simplement comprendre, vous comprendre Trée!
Je vous embrasse avec affection Trée.
And then if I continue to write such long texts to you, we will end up writing a book!!!!
I take much place, it seems to me!!! ;))
Et puis si je continue à vous écrire des textes aussi longs, nous allons finir par écrire un livre !!!
Je prends beaucoup de place, il me semble !!! ;-)
Oupssssss !!!!our messages cross!!!
Wow! It's splendid !!!
You are an angel, and I am that which murmurs you soft words with the ear. I am the one that which takes the hand to you, across the oceans to take you along far from the torments
I am the one who wants to create a smile on your lips.
I am so far .... and I'm so close to you.
You can almost hear my breath because I am here with you!
Vous êtes un ange, et je suis celui qui vous murmure de doux mots à l'oreille. Je suis celle qui vous prend la main par delà les océans pour vous amener loin des tourments.
Je suis celle qui veut vous naitre un sourire sur vos lèvres.
Je suis si loin.... et je suis si proche de vous.
Vous pouvez m'entendre presque respirer puisque je suis là auprès de vous !
Pierre de Lune, vos paroles sont comme le cognac, ce soir, à mon sens. Je tiens à vous en haleine, à vous de savourer ma langue, afin de laisser votre charme chaleureux moi. :-)
Poem one
I wish for the sofa and the chair, the deck and the ocean, the steady chiming clock and the warm fire, the stillness of late hour and the chance to read this aloud for you, I do, that is what I wish for, with the idea that in doing so beyond recognizing your own words, you would feel as transported, elevated, not by your inspiration, but by the fluency and eloquence within, heightened sensibilities bred by expression, language in the communicative sense at its most empyrean, as eyes see more, ears hear more and the heart feels expanded, intensified, as it is driven to absorb and endeavours to hold, and in holding, to protect and soothe, as though that were possible. From the moment I first met you here, I could not help but be made aware of the almost uncanny ability that you have to touch, to give of yourself without barrier or mask, pure, genuine and open hearted, in giving and in taking. In your writing it is accentuated, you are accentuated so to speak, and the impression that stands above all others, whether your words evoke tears of joy/sadness/etc, is that here you are, doing what few dare, with integrity, showing of yourself, and above all things there is beauty, of expression, of heart, of soul. Of pureness, honesty, honest emotion. A poet's heart, as many more than I have categorized yours as, has as much to do with the potency of connection, heart to heart, as it does with am extraordinarily special ability to more than show, to concentrate, another's awareness, and in the moment see through your focused eyes and in doing so what otherwise might have remained unacknowledged. Went off on a bit of a spiel, as yet indistinct, but so it shall remain. In the spieling, it only alludes to the extent of impression.
Automn Storm a tout dit et le fait avec beaucoup de grâce et beaucoup d'émotion. Je ne peux rien ajouter de plus beau. Il ne me reste plus qu'à savourer le cognac !!!
Automn Storm had said all and it the fact with much grace and much emotion. I can nothing add of more beautiful. After that, I enjoy the cognac!!!
Min kæreste Sunshine, jeg vil ramme denne kommentar, hvis jeg kunne og læse det hver morgen og finder det værdifuldt at mit velvære som sollys og regn. Tak.
Poppet, you are as lovely and as lovable in Danish as you are at any other time.
Yes...I think, you are definitely ready to come to Denmark for a visit. :-D
Awareness is your blessing, though at times it might be tempting to wish it away, gifts and burdens can have unclear outlines depending on the hour. And the greatest of those is perhaps the awareness of the power that resides within, perception, change. There are those that will ask why and when an answer is available refuse to see it for it is not shaped as they perhaps would have liked or worse, asking remains a full-time occupation. Yesterday, today and tomorrow, through weather and seasons, good times and bad, your heart is stronger for its susceptibility, for the philosophy that so often has evoked admiration and inspiration, for your commitment to the here and now, the present moment, whatever it brings. In being aware, as you convey so magnetically within this poem, that day follows day, that there was a yesterday and there will be a tomorrow, and I know here that I am beside the point so to speak of the voice within but it is what is heard between the lines again so to speak, there is a hopefulness, or rather a knowing not that tomorrow will, but that it could look very different, and a great part of that comes from the insight into how yesterday was different from today. The desire to recapture, to know, to see once again as once did, therein lies the parallel. The vein of this poem, the way in which it moves, sounds, has been a source of fascination since the first time that I read it - I tend to read each of your poems at least a dozen times - the numbers for example, Aged eyes standing alone and the where lines, the where lines I could just keep reading, over and over, a looping within the whole and I would never have to leave (come to the end of) this poem.
and where stands a tree
is seen the rake and the bag
Absolutely enchanting phrasing, engrossing, expanding, imaginative, and then one remembers which only magnifies those reactions, that this is 'just' you. Organic Poppet. :-D And it is every little thing that makes the whole what it is, every little thing, nothing within your poetry is ever superfluous or without place, without effect rather or unreceived, little things like nature and me, three words written, a thousand spoken. Both of these are magnificent. So much so, I want, as I always do, to come back and sit with these a while again, and maybe, just maybe (think I just unintentionally quoted words from within) one of these days, words will be found to convey the true extent of your impression, talent and heart.
Vision of the same season is relative to our internal climate!
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