Wisdom grows its roots
in the sands of time.
I am a free man
given to adventure
when and if I find it,
I pray my passions run amok.
at the core, the common characteristic among us of such disparate views, diverse cultures, and multitude of experiences, is our genius and the universal uniqueness of it.
bare a boy
I ran out of youth
yea, it was then
the running Began
Tis the pen kept ready best expresses.
I am bound to eternal restlessness,
Born to shiver in the warmth,
To perspire in the chill.
I stay a child of Saturday for having no more ambition than that.
I wander down roads less traveled for the mysteries are greater there.
‘Tis guitar takes favor, her melodies clothe lyrics lack luster whilst poet sings naked his sweet rhapsodies.
Struggling to know one thought profound, never writ nor spoken.
Should I encounter thee, I offer my hand, my smile; lest I remain a stranger forever wonder what passion lies unearthed in thy soul.
I have come from where there are few neighbors to where they are aplenty and I yearn return to where I was before I got back here.
Each one with whom you travel owns a microcosm of your life and though she goes her separate way, your story’s there within her.
Powerful images, Jeff…beautifully written. Life goes on amid the drama…I had to reread a few times 🙂
Tawny finch and cardinal friends compete for crumbs – reminded me of the birds that fly into my garden and then jostle to eat the bread crumbs.
a great payoff to a stressful morning.
All the things that brings life into motion, that brings us into being a part of life. Nicely writte.
Effective conservation of language. This is a very striking image: “Sirens scream like arrows pierce billows toward the smoke.”
Fabulous ending to busy morning scene.
Wonderful images and I simply love the ending 🙂
Hi Jeff,
I enjoyed your poem the first line really hooked me into reading. Nicely done..
The opening lines caught my attention right away ~ Excellent choice of words per line ~
Nice to meet you Jeff ~
Very nice–each line read almost like haiku, that same close observation and metaphoric description. Excellent work!
Beautiful details in this set the mood of the morning. I look forward to reading more of your work.
your poetry leaves me smiling! 🙂
XoXo
What a lovely scene you paint here. I love the ending.
Thank you for this wonderful birthday gift. Hard to remember life when I turned five but this helps immensely. Today is my special day and this is a special poem. 🙂
So many beautiful images here… I especially like the first two lines, Jeff.
the life in an ordinary day,
yes, this
Like the use of color …and the uplifting final lines.
This all made sense as soon as I got to the end–I remember those days!
loved the gentle awakening and the full awakening as the busy sounds, almost through a window…as if i was just hearing not seeing…then that last line, the little one…you left me with a smile as she skipped off…