Those Days

This is a variation on looping. Stanza looping as compared to line looping.

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There are days I still can feel
the breeze of youth gently stir my soul
days remembered of grace and lightness
when faith in truth sparked splendid dreams
those days of you

you and me
when all we touched was fresh and new
and the world was full of wonder
when we were certain we’d live forever
our strength made each day a great adventure
those carefree days

days we pledged one to the other
as we dreamed dreams of a magical life
full of promise and wonder
of golden tomorrows
that would flourish and rise

rise in spectral beauty
brightly gleaming
brilliant through sweet years
of accomplishment
of joy
but not now

now I’ve grown unyielding
rigidly braced
against the winds of time and fate
my soul rooted in life’s demands

demands and darkling demons
that find me searching
for life’s blessings
cursing its burdens
these brittle days

days bent by the yoke of worry
heavy with the weight of loss
haunted by the ghost of memory
the lonely days when I think of you
these days of emptiness

emptiness so great
that I know not
how this void can ever be filled
when those so rich in grace
have departed

departed too
such wit and wisdom
such honest kindness
so much pure love
has now been lost

lost forever
to the void
ones who understood the need for giving
in a careless world darkened by greed
tender hearts
truly unselfish

unselfish and all embracing
whose warmth was ever present
my aching heart questions how

how can this void be filled
when such brilliant light
has been extinguished

extinguished
but not forgotten
because I will not forget
I will remember you
all of you
and all those days

days of joy and love
that’s how I will
fill this void
with the seeds of friendship
you planted deep inside my heart
now filled with memories

memories that will nurture
that will make these seeds grow
make me gentler
and me — the world to make better

better for your having been
good-bye my friends
you all are in my heart
now as ever

ever will I tend these seeds
and think of you
for the love goes on and on
I will not forget
not ever
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rob kistner © 2022

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The Change (video poem)

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The Change

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edges crisp
form parched and mottled
the brittled leaf yields

gone ablaze
it detaches
drifts down dizzied
as autumn descends

rich rustled russets
musk of downed leaves
textured carpet

crunching
under goblin’s feet
horse’s hooves
wagon wheels

the fragrance of straw
spiced cider
hollowed gourds
heady pumpkin pie

summer’s ebbed

this night’s sky
embraces the blue
of the full moon
iridescing the earth
painting october roads
chill cerulean

I feel the change

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rob kistner © 2020

 

AUTUMN LEAVES COME FALLIN’ Down — Van Morrison

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NaPoWriMo #27

This is my twenty-seventh post for National Poetry Month 2010
• one acrostic
• one tanka


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• inspired by Carolee Sherwood ‘s day 27 prompt at read write poem to write an acrostic

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Evolution

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Even in chaos nature finds balance.

Violent floods beget fertile fields.

One thing ends, another begins.

Life is a cycle of birth and death.

Untamed wildfire creates forest ash.

The ashen remains nurture growth again.

In the caterpillar lives the butterfly.

One thing ends, another begins.

Now and forever, the mandella spins.

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Stone Fox First

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garage sound check great

groupies at the ludlow door

allmans soon to start

damned duane is still m-i-a

we stone fox boys are ready

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• acrostic and tanka by: rob kistner © 2010

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…check out who’s gettin’ acrostic at readwritepoem