A Time

Gold cherry

By skinner_jennifer

Fri, 13 Mar 2020
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15 comments
 

Dear diary...

Is it okay to reminisce

when times are hard?

Those challenging voices

knocking on our door,

places we loved aren't

there anymore, they're

wrapped secrets to grasp

in palms and cherish,

 

for you are my muse,

warm comfort blanket of arms

to wrap around old age,

like autumn we've arrived at

our resting place, blessed that

we've come this far,

beside you I leave behind

wailing of tenuous thoughts,

 

our sunny days of life maybe

sinking low over horizon,

as I act out in my head over

and over the many scenes

of distant living dreams,

fragments like golden leaves

that come and go, leaving me

richer for having known you,

 

if I could choose the perfect place

it would be two garden chairs,

a table under canopy of vines,

Indian lanterns placed on rocks

adorning fishpond's tranquil peace,

where fountain springs then plunges

with a splash, bringing you and I

much happiness,

 

closed eyes, listen! Hear

magical pearls sprinkling by starlight,

soothing nights awaiting glimmer

of summer's balmy rapture...

sleepily floating hazily like

drifters on cider and wine,

laughing at silent bloom of stars

within yawning distance of new moon,

 

in this dappled infinity

we did not need a compass

for cosmos, we were happily

marooned in our harbour.

You point to universe making wishes

as celestial bodies shoots across sky

like lizard's tongue, its mystery kindled

our imagination, contemplating highest heaven,

 

moments overflowing like water

cascading over rocks with ease

to reach a babbling brook,

we too rambled seeking inner child...

racing down paths with

no fear in our hearts,

just the innocent gentle breathing

when art of growing was learning to take a tumble,

 

if we'd slipped with scraped dirty knees

we'd be too curious to shed tears,

instead we'd be off like a bullet

just grateful to slip into seemingly

rescued sweeps of stretched imagination,

where gnarled trees became

fire breathing dragons

we would need to fight.

 

Now gone those yesterdays

to darkest graves, in our

equilibrium another passage saved,

we are mapping future...fulfilling dreams

in forest and wood, along

well trodden ridge-way paths,

then home to dream,

swallowed by a journey into rest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Submitted by airyfairy on

This is absolutely beautiful, Jenny, and a reminder that love and happiness still flourish in these harsh times.  

Submitted by airyfairy on

A lovely reminder that sometimes autumn sun can be the warmest, and it's our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day!  Please do share/retweet if you enjoy it too.

Picture:  Pixabay Creative Commons

Submitted by celticman on

we all have our favourite place jenny. bringing it to live-well-that's the thing. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi airyfairy,

what a lovely surprise to tune into this morning. I just felt the need to write down my feelings. As you say, I think in these troubled times we need to hold onto the love we share more than ever. 

I'm over the moon with the gold cherries and really do appreciate them. Thank you so much. By the way I love the picture too. Thanks again. 

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you for the read and comment Jack,

I enjoyed sharing my feelings.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by onemorething on

I love this Jenny, full of beautiful lines. So lovely, in fact, that it's not really possible to highlight any over any of the others which is quite a feat in a long poem. I will come back to read many times, I'm sure. :)

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Many thanks for reading and such a kind comment onemorething. I really take that as such a great compliment coming from a poet I much admire.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Very well deserved golden cherries - what a wonderful, dreamy piece Jenny - thank you for posting it

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

I really enjoyed this Jenny. I especially love the description of your perfect place, it sounds wonderful and somewhere you could visit in your mind whenever you need to de-stress. We worry so much about the passage of time but what would we be without it. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I'm so glad you liked this poem insert, it's kind of special to me at this time. Also thank you for reading and letting me know.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Too true Jane, where would we be without the passage of time? Reaching pension age has given me and my partner a new lease of life, which is what inspired this poem.

It's very kind of you to let me know you enjoyed reading which I'm very grateful for.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

Bittersweet is the thread of time connecting past to present while awaiting journey's end. The words you've written twinkle and shimmer in the distance of well lived moments but sorrow lives in the reminiscence, squeezes the heart as aging takes us all further from those happy youthful imageries into the autumn of life. Your poem carefully laid out the beauty of the journey and the desire within us all to never lose it.

A Lovely poem and one that will provoke timeless memories for all readers as it did for me.

Thank you for sharing this - golden cherries well deserved!

Penny4athought

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Your comment really cheered me up at this time Penny. Having those special memories and being able to share them is such a great pleasure.

I hope you are keeping well. Thank you so much for reading and your lovely thoughts.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

That's such a brilliant idea, places not there anymore being like a present secret you can't unwrap!

These lines are beautiful:

"like autumn we've arrived at

our resting place, blessed"

and

"golden leaves

that come and go, leaving me

richer for having known you"

and

"magical pearls sprinkling by starlight,

soothing nights awaiting glimmer"

"this dappled infinity"

"moments overflowing like water

cascading over rocks with ease"

and

"we are mapping future...fulfilling dreams

in forest and wood, along

well trodden ridge-way paths,

then home to dream,

swallowed by a journey into rest."

This is the most beautiful love poem I have ever read I think

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Wow! You've taken my breath away Di, what a wonderful compliment, I'm lost for words.

I'm so pleased you enjoyed reading and that you were able to take those lines and they had meaning for you.

Thank you so much for giving me a smile. smiley

Jenny.