My loves have counted Twenty by this winter time. Spring's oats have clearly left me merely with a sigh. My loves have counted Twenty Just go someplace and cry.
Each season brings the torment with the tilling of the soul. Twenty Springs bare witness - sorrow's frost upon the knoll. Praying to reap one harvest of a new found source of pride. Walking along the furrows. Is there no place for I ? Twenty times we sow our seed. Just go someplace and cry.
With those Springs came the Fall - torrid colors always seen. Just Fall into cold cold silence - The ever selfish theme. Sometimes Spring and Fall share the ever present I. Yet another season stands alone. Just go someplace and cry.
Left me did the standard by which all blooms compare. When Spring had graced the spectrum, then suddenly unaware. If ever a Spring had blossomed - the seasons' greatest lie. Oh, these leaves a turning ! Just go somplace and cry.
An Angel's breath brought the day ole' Willie told it all. Springtime needn't look my way - came the unforgiving Fall. The sparrow's wings carry off the promise of passion's lore. Each turning leaf a tribute to all those sown before.
And now we mark the cradle. Few Winters to pass us by. The cold, it cometh as Twenty before. There's no where left to cry. The bounty of love's harvest left with wisdom and nothing more. Sunsets now betray us - we may not plead for more. As Twenty Blossoms of the seasons have ended being none. Wipe my eyes - renew the season, and pray for twenty-one.
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
I began writing this poem early in 2001. Inspired by a woman who I loved. The relationship was difficult. Wonderful at times. Terrible at times. It also makes reference to the love of my life - my daughter's mother, who eventually left me. Even now, some 25 years later, she is the standard by which all compare. She has since passed away, and is remembered with honor. My poem also references one of the greatest songs ever written (I hate it). Willie Nelson brings tears to my eyes with "to all the girls I've loved before" ! Thank you for reading this. Its about a lifetime of struggle. Struggle with myself. Struggle with women. Struggle with the world. I've learned so much. Twenty is just a generalization ladies. There have not been that many - it just seems that way. Whatever you are looking for ladies, twenty-one is a lucky number.
NiceRonald001, sorry for the delay, i was distracted, but have now fully comprehended the initial taking in of this gem. As you say in the about, much metaphor here, women, life, seasons of wisdom. This is really quite a beautiful piece. I caution at comparing 1 to twenty, as with seasons, each brings their own beauties and vicissitudes. I look forward to more well crafted, hopeful, rich writes. ;-)
caroljoyceManchester, Greater Manchester, England UKMay 18, 2011
Beautifully penned.I hope you keep writing and that you get more views. The struggles will be worth in in time, but I am taking a long term view here(eternity). Great read. CJ
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