Beginnings.

Beginnings.

A Poem by Fay Slimm

 

 

Beginnings.

 


In this most enlightened age
where hours flash by
the nearer I come to my final
breath the brighter sun
seems when it rises each day
and the fiercer tumble
beached waves of neap-tides
bleached more silver
than my sight recalls seeing.

Waking to view glory- fresh 
morning in full spate,
purged and dripping allure
makes my innards ache
to join joy breath expresses.
I  note then a bluer
sky, feel deeper air's healing
and smile wider as face
is embraced by first breezes.

 

Being alive is enough if trust
guides aging, for while 
closer draws endings greater
the need to perceive
nature in changing its music
accepts given time,
earth's worn song-sheets await
other beginnings
with excitingly different tunes.

 

       

 

© 2020 Fay Slimm


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As one who has passed the threescore and ten, I can appreciate this one. The attitude expressed is so right. So the door is closing, so what? Energy is not destroyed, which means another door is opening. I especially liked the final verse. Do not mourn; take note of what is there.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Fay Slimm

4 Years Ago

How right you are John on matters which knocked love sideways yet which need maturity attitudes to .. read more
Fantastic wordplay here! I was pulled into the vivid descriptions. Beautiful write.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Fay Slimm

4 Years Ago

Thank you Jennifer for saying you like the wordplay in Beginnings and grateful for your visit and re.. read more
Being alive is a good thing, yes. Always grateful every morning.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Fay Slimm

4 Years Ago

Good to hear your feelings about life and the gratitude every morning should bring my friend. Glad y.. read more
AJNJ

4 Years Ago

I enjoyed your clarity of thought and message. Welcome.
Fay, your poem speaks to one of my favorite topics, gratitude. Your words smile on the reader. We can feel the gratitude and joy in your words. To treat each day as a blessing, each dawn a new beginning and worthy of gratitude is a gift that costs nothing. We miss this beauty and blessing too often and often too late. Your poem reminds us it’s for taking, if only we can see it.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Fay Slimm

4 Years Ago

What a delight to read your review of my effort to bring home the importance of gratitude R.E. - .. read more
R.E. Ray

4 Years Ago

You’re welcome, Fay.

Another beauty Fay sounding good in my head and looking good on the page.. what else might a lover of words wish for...

Neville

Posted 4 Years Ago


Fay Slimm

4 Years Ago

Thou doest me proud with thy poetic praise Sire and thanking thee muchly -- - Yea this Lady verily s.. read more
Neville

4 Years Ago


……………………. :)
Neville

4 Years Ago

Dunno, thou art verily welcome 😎
Beautiful language and expression here Fay. Dripping allure gives me images of diamond dust sparkling on the ocean on a sun filled day. I have to say nature does play a more important part in my life as I get older. Maybe when we are busy in the work place we do not have the time to stand and stare. I relish those moments and waking up to each brand new day is certainly something to be grateful for. Hope storm Dennis isn't being too unkind to you. All good wishes.

Chris

Posted 4 Years Ago


Fay Slimm

4 Years Ago

Your lovely review on Beginning is truly appreciated and thank you dear Chris.

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Fay Slimm
Fay Slimm

Camborne, Cornwall, United Kingdom



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