Reflective thoughts and poems

palides2021

palides2021

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MidAtlantic, USA
Lately, when I become too busy, I don't have time to write my thoughts and poems down. So I thought, I'd start
writing here, and it will give me the incentive to do so. You are welcome to come sit for awhile and read my words.
Hopefully, you will leave refreshed and feeling better than before.

When I write a poem, I usually sit still for awhile, and look out into space, and let words flow through my mind.
The words don't need to make sense. They come at me, and I picture them together. I can hear the sounds of
the words, and if the sound is followed by an image, the beginning of the poem has begun. It's almost as if I'm
in a trance. The same feeling I get when playing a musical instrument. I co-exist with this world and my creative world.
Sometimes I write a poem while listening to music, but then the music restricts me because I am moved by the music.
Freewriting seems to nourish my creativity better.

Recent poem:

Going Nowhere

I
The train left
And didn't take me
With it.
I sit and watch
The rails, hoping for
Another chance
Another hope
To leap ahead and grow
Through lessons learned.

II

Do show the time
And let me know
When the next train
Will come whistling by
Or will it chug along
Like grasshoppers, long-legged
Creatures blending in the grass
To be lost when winter comes
The train is late. I fear
It will never reach here.

III

I sit in the train
Peer out the window
To have a look, sitting,
Watching, seeing
The sky from inside
Moving forward slowly
Chugging along,
Long-legged creature
Going nowhere.

P.A. 10/25/22
 

This poem was an attempt to write while listening to Secret Garden's "Nocturne" - not sure if I did it justice, but I was moved by the music, so wanted to capture the moment



Upon Hearing Secret Garden

Spin your web, such
Violin enchantment -
Nocturnal sounds
That rise amidst the silvery
Threaded notes, spilling
Liquid jewels around me,
Touching my heart, even
For a fleeting moment.
Your web casts its magic
Into the garden's secret corner,
Showering rays of hope
That light the darkness.
Bring peace into this dark world
Let growth lead the way.

P.A 10/26/22
 
I was thinking of Senior Forums lately and how it has become a part of my life, almost like a visit to the Senior Center, but better and online. I can come and go as I wish, and get feedback on a number of topics. I do visit other forums (for more specific topics), but this one covers many topics, which I like.

The other day, I wrote a short poem about Senior Forums (worked on it some more today)

Senior Forums

Share the joyous smile
A friend you have been
A friend I cannot see
But read your texts online
And through fragments here and there,
I piece together daily your lives, your worries,
Your triumphs, your birthdays.

Faithful, loyal friend,
You sign away your thoughts,
Like brushstrokes,
You color my world vividly.
As I enter your world,
I see your photos, youthful or recent,
I dance to your music, or croon to your love songs,
I play your games and answer questions
And ponder upon your quotes.

People reaching out, we are,
Fingers barely touching
Across the vast cyberspace
You may be like me, alone
In this world, from Australia
To America, to England,
Yet, we are not alone, not anymore
For we triumph together
When one of us succeeds
And we sympathize
When one of us is hurt
Yet we are free to go,
Though we will be missed,
And we are free to wander back
To this rich world of loving, caring, seniors -
What better friends than this?

@OneEyedDiva, @hollydolly, @PamfromTx, @RadishRose, @Pinky, @Marie5656, @Paco Dennis, @timoc, @John cycling, @Gaer, @Gary O', @Pecos, @Shalimar, @katlupe, @Jamala, @Jace, @Alligatorob, @Murrmurr, @chic, @win231, @grahamg, @Tish, @Aunt Bea, @Mizmo, @MickaC, @Mrs. Robinson, @Lara, @Ronni, @horseless carriage, @Pappy, @Geezer Garage, @bowmore, @dseag2, @MarkinPhx .....(sorry if I left anyone out, but you all are included!)
 
palides2021 said:
I was thinking of Senior Forums lately and how it has become a part of my life, almost like a visit to the Senior Center, but better and online. I can come and go as I wish, and get feedback on a number of topics. I do visit other forums (for more specific topics), but this one covers many topics, which I like.

The other day, I wrote a short poem about Senior Forums (worked on it some more today)

Senior Forums

Share the joyous smile
A friend you have been
A friend I cannot see
But read your texts online
And through fragments here and there,
I piece together daily your lives, your worries,
Your triumphs, your birthdays.

Faithful, loyal friend,
You sign away your thoughts,
Like brushstrokes,
You color my world vividly.
As I enter your world,
I see your photos, youthful or recent,
I dance to your music, or croon to your love songs,
I play your games and answer questions
And ponder upon your quotes.

People reaching out, we are,
Fingers barely touching
Across the vast cyberspace
You may be like me, alone
In this world, from Australia
To America, to England,
Yet, we are not alone, not anymore
For we triumph together
When one of us succeeds
And we sympathize
When one of us is hurt
Yet we are free to go,
Though we will be missed,
And we are free to wander back
To this rich world of loving, caring, seniors -
What better friends than this?
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My heart is touched by your generous words, @Palides. You have a beautiful soul ❤️
 
Today is a beautiful, sunny day.
Warm for November.
The leaves are still falling.
As my eyes comb the landscape,
the grass is mostly green and bare,
but on the left, it is covered
with bright red and yellow leaves
waiting to be raked.
The neighbor's tall walnut trees
have dropped their leaves there,
as well as their round green walnuts.
These walnuts fill that side of the yard,
but are hidden under the leaves.
The guy mowing the grass avoided that area recently.
Now I realize why. The fallen walnuts probably
got stuck in the blades. This happened to me last year.
I had stopped mowing, and picked up 30-40
walnuts. This year, however,
I will let nature take its course. Maybe baby
walnut trees will sprout there.

My raised garden, made of red concrete pavers
and put together by my son a few years ago,
needs tending. With gloved hands, I take
my small bucket and spade and start removing
the large basil plant that is smack
in the center of the garden. The soil is soft
and the roots come out easily. Scents linger
in the air as I pluck it from the soil.
It looks like a small, hollow tree with branches.
Next, are the two curly parsley. I leave one in the soil
and place the other one inside the bucket.
I leave the oregano intact. It's grown nicely in the corner.
Finally, I remove the three geranium plants,
two red and one white, to plant inside for the winter.
They also go in the bucket. They will do well inside
and bring a bit of color in the house. Finished, I weed
around some areas of the garden. It feels good
working in the sunlight. Finally, I shut the gate
and meander to the garage. There, I water the plants
in the bucket, and order some pots from Amazon to plant them in.

I can't do this every day.
The weather has to be just right
for some reason. In the past,
I have been bitten by mosquitos,
stung by bees, and have touched poison ivy.
I have raked leaves only to feel sniffles afterward.
So I limit my time outside.
Sometimes, I think I could do more
with the surroundings, and when I do,
the pain in my neck will not let me rest.
But today was an exceptionally good day,
and I am grateful for it.

P.A. 11/4/22
 
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palides2021 said:
I was thinking of Senior Forums lately and how it has become a part of my life, almost like a visit to the Senior Center, but better and online. I can come and go as I wish, and get feedback on a number of topics. I do visit other forums (for more specific topics), but this one covers many topics, which I like.

The other day, I wrote a short poem about Senior Forums (worked on it some more today)

Senior Forums

Share the joyous smile
A friend you have been
A friend I cannot see
But read your texts online
And through fragments here and there,
I piece together daily your lives, your worries,
Your triumphs, your birthdays.

Faithful, loyal friend,
You sign away your thoughts,
Like brushstrokes,
You color my world vividly.
As I enter your world,
I see your photos, youthful or recent,
I dance to your music, or croon to your love songs,
I play your games and answer questions
And ponder upon your quotes.

People reaching out, we are,
Fingers barely touching
Across the vast cyberspace
You may be like me, alone
In this world, from Australia
To America, to England,
Yet, we are not alone, not anymore
For we triumph together
When one of us succeeds
And we sympathize
When one of us is hurt
Yet we are free to go,
Though we will be missed,
And we are free to wander back
To this rich world of loving, caring, seniors -
What better friends than this?

@OneEyedDiva, @hollydolly, @PamfromTx, @RadishRose, @Pinky, @Marie5656, @Paco Dennis, @timoc, @John cycling, @Gaer, @Gary O', @Pecos, @Shalimar, @katlupe, @Jamala, @Jace, @Alligatorob, @Murrmurr, @chic, @win231, @grahamg, @Tish, @Aunt Bea, @Mizmo, @MickaC, @Mrs. Robinson, @Lara, @Ronni, @horseless carriage, @Pappy, @Geezer Garage, @bowmore, @dseag2, @MarkinPhx .....(sorry if I left anyone out, but you all are included!)
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You have a wonderful way of painting a picture with words, Pally, thank you. 😊
 
katlupe said:
I love your senior poem! It says exactly what I feel about this place and the people.

The garden poem touches me so much because I had 11 raised beds at my previous house that I had to leave. I still miss them so much. Such a big part of me was in those beds (made of rock).
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Thanks, @katlupe for your kind comments. Wow! 11 raised beds! That's awesome. I can imagine the love you must have poured into them.
 
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