the poet reflects on his life

My friends, greetings!

It snowed in Upstate New York earlier this week… not much of a snow, but it still snowed. In late April! UGH. Thankfully, it all melted away as quickly as it came.

In that moment of reflective melancholy, this poem came to me. You know those moments where you feel so alone? And how the weather has such a strong hold on our emotions?

When finished, it dawned on me… I don’t want to be this guy. I refuse to live a life of regrets. Of inaction. There is something so deeply sad to me about “flavorless words failed favorless deeds.”

Carpe diem, dear friends.

Please let me know your thoughts and feelings about this poem in the Comments Section below. I love hearing from you each week.

-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘

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the poet reflects on his life

the poet reflects on his life

awash in wintered sunlight and dust motes

a weathered tome

faded by currents of time

faded by the burden of words

soul surrendered unto pages

the poet recalls a tender touch

adoring his cheek midst soft apricity

his first chapbook

odes and sonnets all for her

all to thaw her frozen favor

capture her boundless snowflake grace

the poet regrets inaction

flavorless words failed favorless deeds

now alone

in the company of words and dust motes

the poet reflects on his life

and sighs

8 comments

  1. Sadly, I can so relate to those last four lines. I have felt that way many times and had to shake the feeling. Coincidentally, writing is what held me shake it. A great poem that bents those feelings is a great release!!!

  2. This reminds me that it’s important to get away from our desks and join in with the living and find social fun outside of ourselves. Writing is great but there needs to be a balance. Great job Pat. 👏

    1. Truth! It’s so important for all of us to get some damn fresh air, eh, Naomi? Thanks for get comment! 🙏🏻🌹🍷💙✨

  3. I don’t completely relate to this … I find that putting my, sometimes troubled, alway emotive thoughts down in rhyme, gives solace. Like putting Down a heavy suitcase and walking on.

    1. Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Sandie. I agree with your comment completely. I think the poem is asking something bigger: how that solace could ever be enough? The poet in the poem lives in his words, not in his world. And, in his twilight, is so full of regrets for inaction… the words alone were simply never enough. 🙏🏻💙🍷🌹✨

  4. “Inaction…flavorless words and flavorless deeds”
    and why, I often wonder, do we stop short of the actions that would bring such joy? Beautiful poem. as always.

    1. Thanks so much, Julie… and that really is the underlying question of the poem… why do so many of us live in our heads and words? And not live in our world? 🙏🏻💙🌹🍷✨

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