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Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Parting of Ways


You lay your arm across my shoulder
We are feeling much the same
For we know we’re getting older
And in this there is no shame
As a hint of lambent shadow
Steals across the summer noon
E’en the flower in the meadow
Must relinquish her perfume

You and I are kindred spirits
So, my love, we will not weep
Bravely we resolve to bear it
This last lap before we sleep
No one can escape dictation
Wrought by time’s unbending rule
Youth, ah, grand sprint of elation
Leading to life’s higher school

I lay my head upon the hour
Where I see that we must part
For I do not have the power
To deter love’s finer art
Parting, truly is sweet sorrow
We have loved, but not in vain
Ah my love, in some tomorrow
I know we will meet again

Janet Martin

Dedicated to the Summer of 2011

They were saying on the radio that this is the last day of summer,
so I took a picture of one last summer morning sun-rise...I just checked the calendar!
We get one more!!! Lord willing:)

4 comments:

  1. DON"T LISTEN TO THEM!!I just heard on the radio how tears are good for you! Funny how things coincide sometimes!!Great photo and poem as always!

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  2. I have a major flaw when it comes to reading poetry. I’m a compulsive reader and I read FAST. That might be why I spend so much time curled up on your blog. Your type of poetry demands to be read aloud and slowly . . . very slowly. One of the few poets I’ve ever heard (on recordings) read their own poetry is Rod McCuen. He is, oddly enough, a successful modern (meaning still alive) writer. Although I was listening to his records in the 70s, I’m pretty sure he is still living. He has a voice for poetry, and while I do not, or at least, I don’t think I do, I still love to emulate his reading style, and it combines so well with your words.

    I did a little google search, most of what I could find by McCuen was him singing, and while his singing voice is okay, it’s his speaking voice that captures poetry. I had to add “clouds” to my search to find one of his poems I still remember from all those years ago, one where he was speaking. You can hear it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7o5Oi71jvU. Now, if you take that rhythm, that speaking style and apply it to your poetry . . . expect tears.

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  3. Mike, Your comments give me tears. I very seldom read my poetry aloud (and I should because its flaws leap at me when I do:)...but I LOVE reading classic poetry aloud. I still remember when I was a child, my mother laughing and shaking her head as I, in my most ominous poet voice read over and over The Wreck of the Hesperus. I was drawn to sad and morbid poetry, even back then:)
    Sometime I might try to record and read one here, but first I need to figure out how to upload video on this blog...ironically, this morning I've been trying to upload a slideshow I entitled last day of summer. I was going to post it with a poem I am working at, but the slideshow will not load. It always come up as 'error has occurred'. Most likely my internet is not fast enough right now. I spent the morning on 'vacation' hiking through the fields and woods way out back...it was grand!
    I'm going to check out the link and let you know...Thank-you for passing it on!

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  4. Lucy, You know me...sadness and tears are just part of who I am even when I'm terrifically happy!

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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!