A Gift of Seasons

from a book of personal reflections...

A Gift of Seasons

 

Although  

I have so many

Autumns now

Beneath my belt

 

It was

The winters

Stole

My youth

 

Tho spring it would

Distract me so and

Took

My innocence

 

Twas summer  

Always smiled

On me and pointed

T’ward the truth

 

Then would you have it

Any other way my friend

No, but gift me

One last summer….

 

 

Author's Note

look hard and see yourself clearly....

Reviews

[Ted Kniffen]

I understand this perfectly, Neville. I too have far more autumns under my belt than I care to mention, but I will take as many more as I am gifted and be happy for them.
In my part of the world the four seasons are an accepted part of life...each one special in its own way...right now summer has been almost perfect.
Winter can be difficult...but "global warming"..."climate change"...whatever else they'd like to call it...I prefer weather...will change that, right? ;>{0}

A good write, sir.

[Neville]

thank you Ted.. sounds like we could have been separated at birth cheers bro :)

[Ted Kniffen]

Ah...so you were the one who got the good looks.

[Neville]

yeah.. but you can write tho :)

[Fran Marie]

One season turning into the next and the years roll by making us see quite clearly indeed..and making us savor each day as brand new and so it goes...you tell it well...

[Neville]

You got it my friend... thanks for taking a peek and many thank you's too......... Neville

[Fran Marie]

So very welcome

[Neville]

.............. bless x

[emmajoy]

' T’ward the truth .. '

Your words hit home, but then, they always have. Perhaps tis better to think of the four seasons as each every day: - dawn, noon, any time preferred and of course, at night. Each used - at best, to its full. Not a moment wasted even if just standing feeling a breath, sensing a touch. Not a moment wasted in indiscriminate juggling or if you prefer, in looking at one's secret thoughts and emotions as colour recalled. Failure isn't an option. Never can be, given the chance.

[Neville]

I take it that's a yes then.... thank you Em :)

[emmajoy]

Guess that response shows how I've reached a point of somewhere positive if not slightly crazy. Somehow your words ticked similar though retrospective boxes. It's how words are laid then, how they're interpreted. Perhaps.

[Neville]

You know words far better than me emmajoy so I thank you again & true..

[emmajoy]

Do we have to argue on such a beautiful evening! Going gone to eat my pasta...

[Eilis]

You are a closet zen master, I believe, Neville. I like the idea of asking readers to look at themselves when reading a poem. I suppose it’s what we do when reading, in a sense, but really focusing can bring an interesting dynamic to the reading experience.

I was inspired to write my new poem after reading this because it made me think of the different meanings and contexts we all attach to certain things.

Of course your seasons are quite metaphorical- but there’s the comparison to the world and how we find ourselves in it. I think it’s how we come to understand it or at least accept it.

I like the idea of repeated summer as the prime moments being sustained. Every season brings some new experience. I’m interested in your take which seems to offer a weaving in and out with differing experience. Continual time with its ebb and flow.

Lovely, contemplative poem.

[Neville]

I could not ask nor wish for a more encouraging and welcome response to these words... and I am impressed and like the way you have considered them and what might lay beneath the surface.. Funny you should mention zen since I am a lifelong student of Kongo Zen.. Bless ya Eilis and true... N :)

[Vin]

yeah, i could connect with it!
You have a very good quality taking the readers along with. Keep it up.
LOVE...

[Neville]

you are indeed most kind.. many thanks....

[Unspoken poet]

This is so touching really...love this write.

[Neville]

I am delighted and honoured by your initial response to my scribble...

[Chris Shaw]

I've never been an autumn person, less so a winter one and I try not to count them. I wish you many more summers Neville. Who could not wish for more summers? A most uplifting time of year. Not a time to consider our days are numbered for sure. Very nicely penned.

Chris

[Neville]

Thank you Chris, much appreciated as always.

Neville

[Fay Slimm]

Ooooh - I looked Nev. and saw that I too want summer again - - a pertinent and poignant feel to the this read as those with autumns under the belt must agree -- - however time can never steal the happy experiences of spring eh my friend ? First class write............

[Neville]

please excuse the delayed response Fay... I dunno what happened there... I thought I had already said thank you for checking over these words for me... but better late I guess than never... thank you again... Neville

[jacob erin-cilberto]

my summers are growing shorter, my autumn not so many years away...
i understand this...the winters get harder...surviving takes a bit more effort.
the cycle of life...
really good metaphor here, Neville,
j.

[Neville]

now coming from you sir .. that is priceless.. thank you

N.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, but i'm just another poet, scribbling like the others...

[Neville]

but value.. like beauty.. is in the eye of the beholder & true... Neville