~~ by tkbrown
Now finding ourselves in the beauty of fall as Old Jack Frost ponders, propels a call, Old Father Time sputters a bit, finds the hour lost in spring is a fit-- filling the sputter occurring now as Old Jack Frost to time doth bow. Wakening early from habit, but seeming not as bio clock adjustments are sought but incomplete, leaves us a void in time and thought, ne'er enjoyed. Circadian rhythm bereft, not yet replete, swaying left and veering right attempting to level, align the glide-- but depleting, tossing that hour aside-- its enjoyment lost midst the effort spent to reorient mind and body in time and space, renewing the voyage with seeming grace. By the time the body reconciles, it has physically and mentally traversed miles beyond enjoyment of the hour refitted by Old Father Time on a journey committed to one and all--a juggling of that hour betwixt Spring and Fall--enjoyed daylight predicts. Sleeping away the hour saved ensures 'twill never be extolled or raved midst talks of 'past' in future days. Ne'er can be told of bright sunrays casting vim and vigor upon paths chosen to be trod with life and limb beholden. So, choose ye well the spending of your time, awakened or sleeping in a surreal mime of what might have been in that undisturbed hour -- but then . . . either way, if ye spend it well there will be a tale to tell.
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Photo Above: copyright Shutterstock.com.
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Guten Tag
Vielen Dank fΓΌr das wunderbare Bild, dazu Ihre Gedanken.
Das Schreckliche und die SchΓΆnheit
wenn die Seele uns ihre Gedanken
ihre Bilder in das Bewusstsen schickt
zwei Schwestern die uns zum Nachdenken
aller Wirklichkeit der Welt ihre
gegensΓ€tzlicher Gaben die der eigenen Erfahrung
in unsere Herzen durch das ganze Leben
eingraviert und als eigene Geschichte
geduldig und auch mit Freude getragen wird
Herzliche GrΓΌΓe
Hans Gamma
Good day
Thank you for the wonderful picture, add your thoughts.
The terrible and the beauty
when the soul gives us its thoughts
sends their images into the consciousness
two sisters that make us think
of all reality in the world
opposing gifts that of one’s own experience
in our hearts through all of life
engraved and as its own story
patiently and also with joy
Best regards
Hans Gamma
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“. . . when the soul gives us its thoughts . . .” a very apt description of what poetry–and authoring of all sorts– is all about. Thank You for reading and commenting. I appreciate it! Blessings!
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Guten Tag.
Ja, ich gehe in meiner Seele tΓ€glich in die Schule, sie ist der Autor meines Lebens.
Ich danke Ihnen von ganzem Herzen.
Herzliche GrΓΌΓe
Hans Gamma
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You are right, parents do author our lives to some extent . . . a good way to say that! Take care, Treva
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Very very well composed meaningful poem ,TK. it was pure pleasure reading it !
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Thank You so very much, D.S., for such a positive appraisal. Thank You for reading and commenting! Blessings!
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Wonederful job on this well crafted poem!!! β€οΈ Cindy
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Thank You, Cindy! I appreciate your undying support! ππ
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You’re so welcome. It’s my pleasure! β€οΈ
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Wonderfully penned!
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Thank You very much! I appreciate your support! ππ
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My pleasure!π
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Beautiful poem and the pic π loved it
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Thank You Much! Blessings!
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My pleasure. Thank you π
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Hi, TK! Very thought-provoking verse! Have a lovely Sunday! π
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That’s a wonderful poem TK! I really enjoyed it!ππΊπ
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Thank You, Steve! I appreciate your kind appraisal. Blessings!
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You’re welcome.
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