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I have walked through many lives,
some of them my own,
Stanley Kunitz

If Stanley Kunitz, could do it,
so can I
(walk through many lives)

I too can stick to principles
that do not sway, Though time
has not always been kind

I have remained mostly the same
inside
as when I was new,

There is still too much
to learn
in just one lifetime

A wild goose silhouetted
in a sunset, A russet coated whitetail
in a soybean field,

A tree in leafy splendor
or laid bare by winter,
these are pieces of heaven

that feed my soul
and even through the sorrow
and the rain,

through all the sunny days,
poetry
has been my bliss.
.

12 comments

  1. Hi Craig, Hi Francina,

    So glad to see you have joined the relocation.
    Just make as many posts as you choose, whenever you choose.

    I’m going to rely on you Francina for help with this. You are an
    accomplished wordpress blogger with talent in most every field
    of the arts.

    And Craig, you are a fine writer and poet.

    The space is here, it belongs to all of us. Have at it!!

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    • Difficult sometimes to remain true to oneself; so much distraction. But as poets we at least have the luxury of the joy of communicating our inner thoughts and feeling to others. Hardly such a thing as a shy poet despite how it may seem on the surface.

      I have remained mostly the same
      inside
      as when I was new, Says it all really.

      Douglas.

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  2. Hi Sarah

    Can anything be more beautiful than this –

    A wild goose silhouetted
    in a sunset, A russet coated whitetail
    in a soybean field,

    I understand how you feel about nature and the need to learn more through God’s creative landscape and all the beauty it invokes. Poetry is bliss and one of the greatest poets is nature herself –how well your poem echoes this. The title is perfect. I can related indeed!

    Thank you for this
    Wendy

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  3. Just reread this—

    “A wild goose silhouetted
    in a sunset, A russet coated whitetail
    in a soybean field,

    A tree in leafy splendor
    or laid bare by winter,
    these are pieces of heaven

    that feed my soul
    and even through the sorrow
    and the rain,

    through all the sunny days,
    poetry
    has been my bliss.”

    Does that not just bless the soul through & through?
    It’s nice to read your words in this new place, all crisp & clean.

    Jan

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  4. Jan,

    The place looks so very nice with you sitting in your chair.

    I thank you for your kind regard for my poem. I can’t wait to
    see Jan poems blessing this space.

    So glad to see our family coming back together again.

    Sarah

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