This Poem was Submitted By: Thomas H. Smihula On Date: 2015-02-10 14:02:09 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Reflecting back to the past, realizing that actually one will foresees the future each stone turned representing a life fully lived The planting of seeds that have now have multiplied into more plants bearing seeds the colors now more lustrous than before Paths that had turns, now have straightened out  no longer hiding what lies beyond And gray has turned crystal clear knowing that today’s horizon will bear new wonders within 'It is now that I reflect upon the dawn and sunset' Dawn approaches, as does living radiant colors of crimson appear, over the easterly landscape The road behind difficult; yet a more treacherous one lies ahead Light gives one a sense of enrichment in all directions, hope resides The soul senses that in each, a different amount of time, of travel Noon, generates its warmth, causing pause The mind reflects, upon the moments spent Each contains a chapter within this circle of being To continue, upon the journey, is to accept the tolls and dues, paid upon the flesh The hand reaches back once again, to capture the thought Frustration sends moisture, that permeates the brow One wipes, only to find more perspiration follows Droplets roll down these cheeks, cooling the senses The emotions seem to settle, steps reach greater depth The soul looking for a place to rest The breath becomes weaker life lived Suddenly pastels cross to the west This life form halts, to relish in the splendor of being Knowing that a new light will soon prevail in                                 Dawn to Dusk

Copyright © February 2015 Thomas H. Smihula

Additional Notes:
Always felt that more had to be added to a poem I placed out here many years ago. To me it is a reflection upon the past...

This Poem was Critiqued By: Joe Gustin On Date: 2015-02-18 22:27:59
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
One of the most interesting poems I have ever read on the subject of getting older and the eventuality of dying. "Paths that had turns, now have straightened out" is especially potent.A young life has many turns as we get older the turns in the road become less and less. I feel like the last line is uplifting. That we may know again birth and a chance to do all again

This Poem was Critiqued By: Marcia L McCaslin On Date: 2015-02-10 15:30:58
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
This, to me, is your description or perhaps interpretation of a “life”, a “person”, a “soul” that you also poetically describe as a stone overturned. And if I’m reading it right, you put a whole life in the context of a whole day, from Dawn to Dusk, only pausing at noon to reflect or consider letting life end there or going on with the rest of the day where you are able to see that the though the road behind was difficult, the road ahead is more treacherous yet. You hint that each soul knows its own abilities to a certain extent, its own assigned path and its own assigned time left. Finally, after life’s frustrations which causes perspiration to actually “cool the senses” (nicely put) the soul, after all is looking for a place to rest. At last, as a natural progression, the life form halts, relishes (nice thought) and knows that a new light will take its place or as you say, prevail. The whole creative outlook of this piece is so unique, the thought processes so unusual, the ideas, even, so enlightening to my way of thinking that I am left rather in awe. But…awe…is good! Thanks for posting such an erudite piece, Thomas. Marcia McCaslin
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