my sunday poem … # 17
Hello. You find me in reflective mood today. The seasons are gently slipping by – just as they surely must. Life is a wonderful gift and we must never waste a moment.
I am reminded of some lines from To His Coy Mistress by the 17th century metaphysical poet Andrew Marvell.
Had we but world enough, and time …
But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingéd chariot hurrying near;
I wrote Summer Song quite recently. It concerns the transient nature of life. Carpe diem and all that. It is also about my deep-rooted love of literature and writing. When I was young I could draw upon the creative energy, joy and crazy hope that the world constantly offered. It all seemed to be achieved with comparatively little effort. Now I find myself drawing deeply from the well of memory and experience. Hope is an ever-present flame and joy is the reality of being here with the people and things that I love.
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Oh, that is so true. Due to the rain and the late beginning of the summer season it may appear even shorter than usual… but there is still hoping!
Thank you, Erika. Hope you have a good week ahead.
Thank you, Kris! I wish you the same 😊
It is beautiful because of its simplicity. Nice one Chris. 🙂
Thank you, Colin. I really appreciate your kind encouragement. Have a good week. Kris.
Beautiful poem! I’ve been thinking a lot about passing seasons and time slipping away, recently. It makes you appreciate the day and moment you’re living. Carpe diem, as you say. Thank you for following my blog. 🙂
Thank you very much.