Hello, my dear digital friends!
I am a big believer that love endures… that it survives all things, including time… and even death.
For isn’t time a loop? A circle?
As the watchtowers of man come and go, don’t they always seem to re-emerge as something else? As we live and die, is the same still true?
This poem seeks to tackle these weighty topics.
In the immortal words of C+C Music Factory, “Things that make you go hmmmm….”
I hope you love it half as much as I loved writing and thinking about it.
As always, please let me know your thoughts, feelings, and reactions to the poem in the Comments Section below.
**If interested in learning more, here is a great article on the allusion to Donn and his place as Lord of the Dead in Irish myth.
-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️
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of circles, of cycles
a watchtower
once prideful stood to bid farewell to sunsets
to catch washed winsome glimpses of lands
where eternal youth awaits
harbors secrets only gods (and poets)
may decipher or translate
tossed ‘mongst the jagged rocks
and many ruined things
unsettled seas sing
of circles
of cycles
herring gulls cry
as Donn guides graying shades
‘long white-foamed waves
to find lost loves
grant gentle rest
unsure yet
where beginnings end
gossamer rainbows do portend
erelong reflect love’s endless possibilities
unaffected by winds
that abrade e’en the mightiest rocks to dust
Your youth, beauty and aging; your love, emotions and feelings; and life and growth and development are all cyclical. They have progressive stages one goes through over time. Your poem is a reminder of how precious our time is in all of the many stages we experience in these areas. Thought provoking! Well done, PS!
Thanks, PS! Absolutely love this comment, my friend: cheers ⌛️🌹🍷🙏🏻✨
I do love philosophical mysteries, your words are enticing….
I find myself drawn to ruins and ancient trees that have weathered storms, have stood the test of time.
Time, the concept of past and future between which is the briefest moment of now, where our story plays out. Where we live and love.
Love, a joyful, vibrating energy encompassing all that we creat, in our children, the poetry we write and the pictures we paint, that sense of immortality. Like the full circle of a rainbow, only partly seen, yet we know it’s there, love does not die, its always there if one looks hard enough.
Loved this poem ❤️🙏.
Such a beautiful response, Sandie… so lovely and poetic. So happy you felt such a connection to the poem, my friend. Cheers 🍷🌹🙏🏻✨
love in eternal… beautifully written.
“………. only gods (and poets)”, I will never forget this line
Thank you so much, Anish! So thrilled that line stuck with you. 🙏🏻🍷⌛️✨
Well, if you believe in reincarnation, then this poem makes perfect sense. Yes, I believe that life repeats itself in cycles. Just ask the Dalai Lama. I just wish that humans would learn more from their collective mistakes, like war and climate change, to avoid such repetition. Great poem Pat!
So well said, Naomi. Absolutely agree with your comments. Let’s hope next cycle maybe we learn something from the prior cycle…. Thank you! 🌹🍷🙏🏻✨⌛️
Wonderful Patrick. It reminds me of a novel I read a s teen call Two on a Tower by Thomas Hardy. Very poignant. Love endures long after we are gone and the cycle begins again.
Hey, Wendy!! I’m a huge Hardy fan. Not sure I know that novel…
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Thanks so much for sharing the kind thoughts, my friend. 🍷🌹🙏🏻✨