From Insomnia to Kenya

We
Came to ourselves
In the dark wood
Of our yesterdays
Entangled
In the branches
Of today;
Presuming a clarity
Fact never allows.
So you went away
And you sent me away
--to become who we are,
Poet and conservationist,
Each more whole than our fragments.
Bless you -
The heavens are vaulted
And I hear echoes I will never
Comprehend.

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 11/13/2009 01:54AM by petersz.

Peter, I can not relate to what you speak of here. Can I assume you are writing thoughts or feelings evoked by a particular person?

Mary

Yes, Mary, my spouse who has grown to be a wonderful conservationist since becoming the person she became when she left me and had me leave her 16 years ago. The poem must be too elliptically personal I gather from your response.

cheers,

Peter

Nicely done, Pete, I like the feel of this one.

Les

A response to Pete's poem :


From the echoes
emerges a presence
real and tangible
from the calmest of waters
a thunder sounds
signaling a warning
we are perched on a precipice
overlooking eternity
not alone but surrounded
by the souls of those
who have gone before us
they are waiting
just beyond the shore

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 11/16/2009 01:19AM by les712.

Les,

I like your poem...

Here's what I tried to post to you earlier, but which was rejected by the forum doing its weekend thing:

Thanks, Les. I enjoyed throwing out that little reference to Dante's Divine Comedy:

We
Came to ourselves
In the dark wood
Of our yesterdays

=> "NEL mezzio del cammin di nostra vita"
"HALFWAY ALONG THE JOURNEY of our life,"

which makes Brenda my Breatrice.

cheers,

Peter

Wow, Peter, it's amazing to me that I came to a vision of eternity without knowing your original reference. Thanks for the info, as usual it gives us more insight.

Les

It convinces me, Les, that we live on the same planet.

Cheers,

Peter