‘Musings On The Close Of Day’, posted for d’versepoets.com

 

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Musings On The Close Of Day

I move my chair

to observe Mt. Fuji-

monstrous  perfection

topped with the cooling crust

of spring snows.

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Languid movement

of a branch,

like a geisha

unfurling her arm

from a gray kimono,

makes petals fall,

a scented, pink snow

covering my upturned face

with careless kisses.

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Timid winds caress

my limbs,

a fleeting relief

to tired bones

brittle now with

a sullen defeat of life.

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Raked sand of garden

waves barely disturbed

by feet like two gray stones

as grains  flow

round ankles.

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I realize once again

I am no obstacle to

the sands of time.

My heart goes quiet

by the passage of nothing

for in this nothing

is revealed the fullness of life.

–

Jane Kohut-Bartels,

copyrighted, 2011

from A Seasoning of Lust, published by Lulu.com, 2009

Words from Wordsworth and from a Friend.

This poem was sent to me  by Berowne, a writer and a friend.

He sent it as a comment to the previous post: “A Passage of Time, The Fruits of Contemplation”.  I find it such a fitting reflection of  my feelings right now, my own contemplation, — I just had to put it on the blog face.

Too much beauty to bury in comments.

Thank you, Berowne.

Lady Nyo

Not useless do I deem
These quiet sympathies with things that hold
an inarticulate language, for those
Once taught to love such objects as excite
No morbid passions, no disquietude,
No vengeance and no hatred, needs must feel
The joy of that pure principle of love
So deeply that, unsatisfied with aught
Less pure and exquisite, they cannot choose
But seek for objects of a kindred love
In fellow-natures, and a kindred joy.

—Wordsworth