The change of season : poet’s sweet delight,
where nature’s alchemy makes muses dance.
In winter’s womb, distracted thoughts unite,
while summer sparks of passion will enhance.
Contraction and expansion, seasons’ gifts
reminding me of ocean’s ebb and flow.
Surrendering to change, awareness shifts,
and fruits from seeds of comprehension grow.
Yet, I don’t mean the seasons tied to time –
to write a summer-sonnet’s not my goal –
while juggling with vain thought-waves which won’t rhyme,
I honour sacred seasons of my soul.
Like clouds, they flow through spirit’s changeless space,
invite me, timeless essence to embrace.
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Five gold worthy sonnets in the contest and not one of them gets a proper prize!
I feel dirty but the competition was too hot!
Brilliant poetry and a joy to read as ever.
We both hope we'll give you a few gold silver and bronzes through the series.
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it's really no big deal, jeff ...
you have done an amazing job judging this contest ...
all the best,
maa
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"Surrendering to change, awareness shifts,
and fruits from seeds of comprehension grow."
I sure needed this right now; with many shifts and changes occuring in my life. This poem was beautifully written. I loved how you used the anology of seasons and compared that to the endless "seasons" of the soul.
This was a perfect poem for me to read today. I felt it was written for me, but then again, it is so univerally true for everyone. Beautiful!
That's what I need to do; Surrender...
Best wishes in the contest. This has to be a winner! -
A beautiful poem filled with gorgeous imagery!
A wonderful piece.
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thank you, blessed lady ...
by the way, you look gorgeous in your wedding-dress ...
pranams,
maa
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excellent~
I like how you said the season's spirit come in their own time...and they certainly do..tho here lately it has just gone from spring to summer that quick don't know if thats a good or bad thing....sighs
We are indeed rich in season's gifts to us fellow man and it does make our passion embrace and our muse it also makes it alive with dance...
Best of luck in this contest sis...
Loved it from beginning to end...
Hope you get a trophy for this one It certainly is well worthy of one Love the warm rich background as well
I have up a few new one's hope you drop by and give them a read as well
Hugs
Susan~~~
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I always love it when you stop by ...
this reminds me to pay you a little visit in return, which is a great joy for my heart ...
much love,
maa
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thank you so much for your kind thoughts and wonderful comment and clappies, dear susan ... I will be happy to follow your invitation and come over your way to see what masterpieces you have written lately ...
much love,
marion
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"while juggling with vain thought-waves which won’t rhyme,"
I could go into a long harangue here about free verse poets and false vanity but I won't. Instead I'll write about it in....maa's internal dialogue kicks in"no...no he wouldn't dare...no, he wouldn't say rhyme!"
Ok, where was I? So are these seasons of your soul many, or are they more like epochs, or like a painter's "period?"
Yes, the spirit would seem to be unchanging, at least the way I define it, which is probably not the same as you mean it but it's my comment, so...
What I mean is...at the base, we don't change, we can change the superficial things like how we dress, how we behave. fix outdated logic, but at the core, we are what we are...and I have a feeling this is at complete odds with what you believe...
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I'm sure we both mean the same thing ... how could it be otherwise ?
thank you so much for stopping by, my friend ... you always make me smile ...
marion
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The spirit's seasons come in their own time; I like "Surrendering to change, awareness shifts". Line 11 has a surplus of stresses which echoes its meaning. This has given me food for thought. Best of luck!
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Indeed, a most special concept,
the seasons of the mind, born
so beautifully in the richness
of your mind, maa.
Aesthete
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