oh, destitute faceless grace
aged and by then - a splintered wreck
how has Time, churned thee
is there still a semblance
of youth’s whimsical gaiety
in thou stoic-stretched, wilted lips;
these inked musings, aren’t
merely, fear’s - yesteryear yearnings
for I, shan’t ever greet thee
no chosen path ahead, where
thy mirrored self awaits, to be faced
that remnant glint of child, within
has long: since decreed
© L. B. Mek
May 2020
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I want to read this again and again! I had to take my time but that's what made it even more sublime!
Fantastic stuff
Awesome!
Really appreciate the enthusiasm
in your supportive comments and gesture..
humbly: I thank you, my generous friend
Structured well and well penned..Mek
glad you liked it, dear poet
thanks for the supportive feedback
Excellent write LB. Age is all mind over matter. If you don't mind, it don't matter. 😉
simplified acutely, like a true philosopher
wise words dear poet, thank you
I am reminded not only of myself and those of loved ones passed & past, but of an old clock counting moments and on which the polished patina of time is now the only thing that shines ... without a doubt another winner in my book sir .............. N 🙂
'an old clock, counting moments
and on which, the polished patina of time
is now: the only thing that shines'..
best lines on this page, and that's a Fact!
thank you my friend
Brilliant write, L.B.
We visit the child in poetry.
ohhh, that's just the best summarisation
of my words, Jerry
you've just worded - so succinctly
the root nucleus, of the message
my feeble scribble: was hoping to convey...
such a humbling experience
to connect with an Artist I respect, like this
thank you!
now, let me enjoy the talent of your pen L B Mek;
your 12 words
let me grow 12 inches, in a blink
of a read..
humbly: I thank you! dear Poet
We have a bard among us. We'll written LB
damn, y'all are brutal
(shuffles away pouting - mumbling, quietly
'I just wanted to try somi'n different...') lol
but seriously and humbly
I can't thank you enough, for how supportive
y'all are whenever we each try different things
reminds me how lucky I am, to have found
such an inclusive environment like MPS
to share my poetic adventure,
a lifetime's gift, I'll treasure
however long/short it lasts!
thank you, dear poet
Yesteryears yearning and thy mirrored self what a beautiful phrase .thank you a poem to ponder
wonderful, glad you could connect
with my humble scribble, dear poet
thank you for the encouraging feedback
That child is always within us Mek, we may not always remember but occasionally a memory stirs us and we are back again in our childhood.
Andy
yup, it just needs a stir
once in a while
to insure we keep that remnant
of our youth, we harbour: pulsing
every so often - meaningfully
thank you Andy
Talent you have there kind Poet!
a little talent maybe, that I overextend
to scribble these humble offerings, lol
thank you kind Poet
please forgive my tardiness
I missed the notification
L.B. The first stanza caught me. I was hooked. Time should not take away the childlike virtue of gaiety, wonder, or innocence. I still look with ah at the world and laughter and joy should only grow greater with the years. There is much deep philosophy in these next lines. The third and fourth stanzas drip with wisdom but the gaiety is gone as the poem states. Do we loose the vitality and merriment of childhood innocence with the gaining of wisdom? I dare not think so. But maybe so.
as always you're very accurate, dear Poet
Indeed
that's the dialectic theme being introduced
(one of my favourite writers, gave me
one of my favourite quotes
or rather, a mantra to life
'Gaiety, is wiser
Than wisdom...'
by the great Will Durant)
I think all life, eventually
if gifted Time, devolves
to that very final scene in Godfather 3
an old person, alone
with their regrets of life
and if they're lucky, there will be a child
to offer them a moments rest
and a reembrace of that gaiety that once
abundantly effused their life..
(but what do I know, right? lol
still I thought it was worth a scribble)
really appreciate you taking the time
to scroll back and check out my older scribbles
thank you! kind friend
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