Wisdom Of Life

By skinner_jennifer

Wed, 23 Sep 2020
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How different the here and now,

it's still me! But yesterdays mortality

feels more starry.

 

Todays concerns are far more silent,

young examples of beauty and agility

among giants feels like art...once

appreciated, now boxed away

gathering dust.

 

Eventually we must all

move onto wiser tomorrows,

now not so strong, but still

large in different ways,

 

I recall when once ankles rested

on some foreign balcony,

while swift melody seranaded

swishing of tides,

capturing trance like state

that gave comfort,

smoothing over concerns,

 

there was always another

canvas to achieve, some new

mountain of life to climb,

where harshness of snow at peaks

reminded me of sherbet overflowing,

I was ready to dip my fingers in

sweetness of new escapades,

 

I'd follow confluence of rivers,

meeting like minded individuals

at edge of salty shores,

where tides inhale and exhale,

breathing in laced neckless of

seaweed, which was then expelled

wrapping around feet...soles leaving

footprints, shaking off lapping waves.

 

Now; I dip my head:

eyes gazing into essence of books,

taking in another spirit's youth

for adventures, continuing function

of strange mysteries that lead to life unknown.

 

Pixabay free image.

 

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Comments

Submitted by airyfairy on

Wisdom indeed, Jenny.  As you say, books are a wonderful way to go on exploring, even when we can no longer put our own ankles on those foreign balconies (what a wonderful image!).

Submitted by london_calling79 on

This is beautiful in its rumination. I swayed as I read, such was the music of the lines.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi airyfairy,

from climbing up to the peaks of the Dolomites where people sunbathed in the snow, to the beautiful lakes and oceans of Italy where I spent three weeks, I couldn't resist writing this poem. The memories came flooding back, it truely is a wonderful country.

Glad you enjoyed reading and thank you so much for letting me know.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi london_calling,

Italy was such a romantic place to holiday back in the early 1970s I spent three weeks there and felt homesick when I had to leave. One day when relaxing on the balcony of our hotel, I was serenaded, it was just one of those spontaneous moments that I will never forget.

Thank you so much for reading and your kind comment.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

What an amazing communicator you are! I love the joie de vivre in your poem. Like Airyfairy I enjoyed very much your snapshot of the balcony :0) Also

snow at peaks

reminded me of sherbet overflowing,

I was ready to dip my fingers in

sweetness of new escapades,

 

you read books to get adventures nowadays ,a stay-at-home like me will always love to read your sparkling reminiscences

 

Submitted by David Kirtley on

I like the way you developed your thoughts here. 'Eventually we must all move on to wiser tomorrows,' is a great line. I like the way you now 'gaze into the essence of books, taking in another spirit's youth.'

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

You are so kind Di, Your comment cheered me up so much, put a smile on my face. smiley

Thank you so much.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi David,

I'm always amazed at the amount of talented writers on abc tales and how they come up with constant new adventures. Where when I was young I loved to try out new things, now I'm a contented stay at home, enjoying writing poetry about my younger days...and of course subjects that catch my eye.. 

Thank you so much for letting me know you enjoyed reading.

Jenny. smiley