It’s an autumn night
but it feels like summer
I sit outside and
I start to remember
things I wanted to do
but I let too much time go by
I’ve learned to be good with that
relax and look at the sky.
It’s an autumn night
that feels like summer
and the moon and the stars
are all a different colour
there is not some thing
that I am supposed to be
I relax and find consolation that
there is a constellation that is called me.
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This is a beautiful poem. Just beautiful!
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Thank you, that truly means a lot to me. Harlon
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beautiful words!
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lovely….
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Sublime…to look up at such a sight within each other…endless.
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“there is not some thing that I am supposed to be.” I’m finally learning that. Thanks for the reminder.
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That couplet at the end is wonderful. Consolation in the constellation…we are at once tiny in the context of the universe, and at the same time, universes unto ourselves.
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Wonderful poem and reminders to relax into the beauty of life and savor.
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Long may you wave
As long as you can you will
Stay thirsty
As always Sheldon
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Wonderful poem, Harlon. I love how you listen to your body. It doesn’t vibe like resignation at all, but a more sacred understanding and peace to being with what is. I guess, I’d call that wisdom.
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Amen. Your poems echo my sentiments exactly. Since I do have a job I must report to work but I make use of the sick leave, personal days and holidays. I have my good days and bad days. Some days I’m up and about able to fulfill my Wanderlust through my home town the Big Apple aka New York City, whereas other days I just need to rest and only go out for food or to do laundry. Either way it is best to obey one’s body. God Bless Harlon.
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Excellent. May it continue thus
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I really like this.
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Love the poem Harlon. Blessings and love to you
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