The combination of old fashioned rhymes and modern thoughts is irresistible. I particularly like the beginning of the third stanza which underscores the whole idea of patience. This is a very fine poem.
I am very sorry, Jonathan. I had 'irresponsible' instead of 'irresistible' and I've just changed it. I must remember to check those predictive text words. I only saw it because I've come back to do a restack.
This is actually beautiful. This is what patience feels like to me. A long while back, well, maybe not that long ago, in frustration, I told someone, they would never understand the passion of patience. Huh? was their retort. My brain in it's best Scooby Do voice thought, "Rut Ro, I was right."
Wait. The sun is born. Rises . Leaves the womb to shine life. Waits only for sister stars at night to shine. Wait for light. Close eyes. Dreams full fill waiting hours. Heart beats patient with another stroke of a clock’s tick. Wait the time will end with a passage in the West where sun rests. No reason not to continue. Be patient. Mistress waits.
A gift here xx thank you
Thank you, Patris 🙏
Very nice
Thank you, old pal, and happy birthday soon!
The photo series is stunning!
Thank you, Kim
All so stunning and inspirational —I’m saving them for the next blizzard!
Thank you, SBN77 🙂
The combination of old fashioned rhymes and modern thoughts is irresistible. I particularly like the beginning of the third stanza which underscores the whole idea of patience. This is a very fine poem.
"Wait I do and wait I will
for my print job at the shop"
I am very sorry, Jonathan. I had 'irresponsible' instead of 'irresistible' and I've just changed it. I must remember to check those predictive text words. I only saw it because I've come back to do a restack.
Hahaha! Thanks Martin — I had a bemused grin on my face, figuring you were joking around. “In rhymes begin irresponsibilities” is what I was thinking.
No, nothing like tht. But when I saw it, I knew you'd be trying to figure it out. I hope the restack brings a few more readers.
This is one that I will read again, and again,
Thank you, Bliss
Standing here out in the cold,
my bones ache to have to wait
for things that have been foretold
like free will and the chance of fate,
like the train or getting old,
like the sunrise or love and hate.
My Sensei says
Improve by one percent
I'm looking at my toes
They look worse
than I remember last year
In your eighties
To improve by one percent
like the train of getting old
Means you've beaten back
That schedule of trains
At least another two
Toes are terrible things to look at! Keep your eyes on the prize — that’s what this sensei says
Thanks Sensei Jonathan eyes on the prize! 🏆
Stunning photography
Thank you, Kathleen
A sunrise as beautiful as this is worth getting up for no matter the situation.
Very true, thanks Monica
This is actually beautiful. This is what patience feels like to me. A long while back, well, maybe not that long ago, in frustration, I told someone, they would never understand the passion of patience. Huh? was their retort. My brain in it's best Scooby Do voice thought, "Rut Ro, I was right."
And this is actually hilarious — thank you, Bliss
Photos and words all gorgeous, my friend.
Many thanks, Mr Speriosu
Beautiful, my friend.
Thank you, mon ami
Perhaps—are we
each other’s mirror?
And in between
Sky and ocean
Would tell us
“Please,
Remember me”
:)
Nice thought — thank you Stefano
Wait. The sun is born. Rises . Leaves the womb to shine life. Waits only for sister stars at night to shine. Wait for light. Close eyes. Dreams full fill waiting hours. Heart beats patient with another stroke of a clock’s tick. Wait the time will end with a passage in the West where sun rests. No reason not to continue. Be patient. Mistress waits.
Lovely, thank you Richard
Nice one Potter. And it looks like Nature is imitating art. A Monet morning if I ever saw one!
Grazie mille, Drimmel
Stunning photos and gorgeous verse !
Thank you, kind sir 🙏