tim's Bits and Pieces - 46. Visions

I'm not sure, which button to press to express what I feel when I read this (I just pressed the heart, because I love your writing). It's really beautiful and well written but extremely sad at the same time. Your talent just amazes me, thank you for sharing.

I'm sending you a big warm virtual hug and hope you will accept it.

12 minutes ago, Kapucinski said:

I'm not sure, which button to press to express what I feel when I read this (I just pressed the heart, because I love your writing). It's really beautiful and well written but extremely sad at the same time. Your talent just amazes me, thank you for sharing.

I'm sending you a big warm virtual hug and hope you will accept it.

 

Always.  i can feel your warm embrace from here. Thank you.  Don't be sad ... life is.  And i will write it for as long as i am able .. xoxooxo💖

I’m filled with autumn by this poem. I hear your voice in the images you evoke: the flocking starlings and blackbirds, and the whirls of bright parted leaves. I feel autumnal melancholy  in each line. And I, too, offer my best hugs against the approaching winter. 

Living someplace that doesn't have a change of seasons I truly miss seeing the color of the leaves change. You've given me that in this poem. Like the others, I offer my warmest and biggest hug possible to such an incredibly wonderful person. ❤️

I love these poems, tim. Sometimes, you've got to write down what's in your/mind, that is needing to get out. Hugs!

tim,

I so relate to the mood of this piece.....I don't see it as a sad or melancholy at all....just truth and fact........I get this vibe, almost at a cellular level............Mike

Knowing life ends gives the living of it meaning.

I think the last poem gives voice to that - at least it does for me.

Nice work, tim.

10 hours ago, Parker Owens said:

I’m filled with autumn by this poem. I hear your voice in the images you evoke: the flocking starlings and blackbirds, and the whirls of bright parted leaves. I feel autumnal melancholy  in each line. And I, too, offer my best hugs against the approaching winter. 

Thanks, Parker. I appreciate your comments, glad they brought forth the bright days of autumn which are both glorious and sad.  xoxo

4 hours ago, WolfM said:

Living someplace that doesn't have a change of seasons I truly miss seeing the color of the leaves change. You've given me that in this poem. Like the others, I offer my warmest and biggest hug possible to such an incredibly wonderful person. ❤️

Frankly, i could happily live without the winter. But the other seasons can stay. Thanks for reading, Wolfie. xoxoxo  ps  thank You for Your very sweet comments xox

3 hours ago, Brayon said:

I love these poems, tim. Sometimes, you've got to write down what's in your/mind, that is needing to get out. Hugs!

sometimes you do ... thanks very much, A xoxoxxo

2 hours ago, flamingo136 said:

tim,

I so relate to the mood of this piece.....I don't see it as a sad or melancholy at all....just truth and fact........I get this vibe, almost at a cellular level............Mike

Hello Mike, thank you for reading and for your comments. i am moved that you could feel this, it is almost more felt than seen. Thanks again. xo

5 hours ago, Wayne Gray said:

Knowing life ends gives the living of it meaning.

I think the last poem gives voice to that - at least it does for me.

Nice work, tim.

I suppose it could ... sometimes it seems more like a chore, but not always.  But i still feel compelled to write ... i sort of wait for the day when i won't.  xo

8 hours ago, AC Benus said:

Three sad but beautiful poems. There is nothing wrong with placid. In most Asian cultures, this mode of greeting of the end-of-life transition is ideal when a person can be calm about it. And these poems remind me of some the Zen poems by Ikkyu. So, that is a great compliment. 

I love the serenity of the first one. It's a perfect blend of sensual experience and deeper, more personal meaning. Thank you as always for sharing your gift with us. Muah

Thank you, AC. Thank you for the generous compliment.  i only hope i can be placid and calm at the end.  Dylan Thomas said do not go gently ... i think we need to fight as long as we can, but there comes a point, when it is time to allow life's flow to take us peacefully. And we need to accept it, both for ourselves and the ones who, hopefully, sit in vigil.

We were walking home from voting on a windy bright day when the first one came to me.. happened. I remembered what you often say ... it's little things and memories we, as poets, need to record. The little bits that make up life.  Your words came to me as the wind picked up and made a vortex of bright leaves. oxooxox