A Man in a Room, and other poems - 19. as sailor to sea

I was moved to tears by numbers 51 and 52; each had its own reason to pull at my heart. Number 52 speaks of a yearning for  a true place, one’s real passion. The refrain states that naturalness perfectly. Number 51 reminds me of many last things, and of our own mortal, ephemeral nature. My own home is surrounded by daylilies, and I love their simple exuberance. And August 5th was my mother’s birthday...

50 - is what many of us think about.. 'why am i here?'  i do, and as i grow older, life itself is harder for me to understand as each day goes on.  i both fear, and know, there will never be an answer, that i am a mere fruit fly. 

51 - my mum's garden had daylilys too .. glorious all of them. Plants have seasons..grow, die off, come again... we have one season but live through others'. We are witness to the cycle of life, yet we are just born and die.  lovely poem, AC   but a sad reminder of how finite we are. 

52 - speaks to me of longing and searching for your place in the sun...and maybe hunting for yourself as well

13 hours ago, Parker Owens said:

I was moved to tears by numbers 51 and 52; each had its own reason to pull at my heart. Number 52 speaks of a yearning for  a true place, one’s real passion. The refrain states that naturalness perfectly. Number 51 reminds me of many last things, and of our own mortal, ephemeral nature. My own home is surrounded by daylilies, and I love their simple exuberance. And August 5th was my mother’s birthday...

A wonderful review; thank you, Parker. Reading that your home is surrounded by daylilies reminds me of my own, the house where I grew up. Our lovely neighbor, who was born in house in 1895, planted daylilies for me there when I was young. They reminded me of her, and do so love them. 

With my mom passing, No. 51 takes on a new significance (or perhaps its real reason for being) revealed itself to me. I have to say, since it was written until yesterday, no one but me ever saw it, but you are the second person who told me it brought them to tears. It does seem a lovely, significant poem.... 

Incidentally, my mom's birthday is August 11th, so I guess that means we two were reared by a pair of Leos     

Thanks again, Parker. <3

4 hours ago, Mikiesboy said:

50 - is what many of us think about.. 'why am i here?'  i do, and as i grow older, life itself is harder for me to understand as each day goes on.  i both fear, and know, there will never be an answer, that i am a mere fruit fly. 

 

51 - my mum's garden had daylilys too .. glorious all of them. Plants have seasons..grow, die off, come again... we have one season but live through others'. We are witness to the cycle of life, yet we are just born and die.  lovely poem, AC   but a sad reminder of how finite we are. 

 

52 - speaks to me of longing and searching for your place in the sun...and maybe hunting for yourself as well

 

 

Thank you, Tim. It may not show overtly, but I was pretty suicidal at the time of writing these. I saw no reason to be, for many of the same questions your reviews raises. 

I'm pleased (or relieved, perhaps) that these poems can reach people's hearts. They are difficult for me to type and process, but I'm glad I still have them and can share.

Thanks again for your kind words, and all the support you show me. <3