Life's Treasures

Can anyone know what will come when the wind blows us cold and gale Or what direction it be from when finally we set our sail

The old songs loved from long ago

come to me from my long gone past

On winds they caress me tonight

whispering from dreams I had last

 

The old days trooped by in glory

paraded across my life's field

Displayed in panoramic view

how many dreams they have revealed

 

Faces long gone look out from mist

to this once wandered man to be

Speaking from my past adventures

beloved friends long a part of me

 

Oh how they flood through my mind

to speak of days that've gone by

Forcing me to look to the one

that came from acts I can't deny

 

We are not each one right nor wrong

we are the result of our times

Held to account for all the good

as well as for all our crimes

 

Mystic chords of my memory

look back on the road I traversed

Remembering moments I loved

as well as those I have cursed

 

While each loved soul has given time

to pursuit of living pleasures

Only by reflecting on life

do I recognize its treasures

copyright 1/10/2010

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Author's Note

Can anyone know what will come
when the wind blows us cold and gale
Or what direction it be from
when finally we set our sail

Reviews

[Rory CJ Frankson]

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For me, this work brought to mind and held shades of classicism, an influence, such as: F. Scott Fitzgerald, writing in a life as 'Victor Laszlo'
in the setting of the ambience of Cassablanca. As the picture here evokes such a character image, or possibley The African Queen the film with Humphrey Bogart... a portrayal, of such a character. These imagined and invoked, yet knowing. It is as original, as Tate Morgan and his life & times.
A life story, no not novelized or told of in other. Than Life's Tree.
As it is lived, through a Poets Eyes.
Immortalized, in scripted...
Excellance.
This piece reflects the depths of a painters image, on a canvas of words.
As it plays like a movie, through the readers mind. Enough said.
A Classical Portrayal, of A Man.
Striving...
For that perfect edge.
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Write On / Oh Champions of the Poets Pen.
Romon in Review, finding. Perfection...
In a Friend. Congradulations on the revealing of Life's Tree... Tate. Ro...

[Tina Kline]

An excellent poem about thinking and remembering days of our lives having gone by. There didn't seem to be any sadness or bitterness here so I thought that was a good thing. Very nicely done.

[JustWantLove]

From a philosophical, poetic, abstract and fundamental perspective, it's a compilation of life viewed in its entirety, as if from above or after moving on; with all strings attached, its fascinating and true at the same time; each moment of our lives, as we come into contact with everything and everyone, we become them and that, and likewise; collecting memories and living on. We, are the result of all experiences felt and lived. A fantastic way to summarize and cultivate deeper emotions through writing. Bravo!

[Jordan]

I love this. The way it is written is almost like a memoir. It makes your own memories come alive and as you read along and it inspires you to remember.

[Ladysue]

I love the nostalgia in this piece and finding the wisdom through the introspect. An excellent piece of writing with some really great lines.

[R J Askew]

I like it. It holds some universals and is not in any way self-obsessive. It feels like a wise and thoughtful observation on how things are, if we are lucky enough to find the odd moment to be aware of the past as well as the immediate. I can imagine the poem being a good trigger in the mind of many a reader, sending them off into reveries of their own. Well done, sir.

[JohnnyB]

"Mystic chords of my memory
Look back on the road I traversed
Remembering moments I loved
As well as those I have cursed"

This is simply an excellent read! Nice reflections, Tate.

[DELETED]

Amazing like always.
I wouldn't expect anything less.

[Poeticpiers]

I often sit and reminisce about those I have known and wonder if they still remember me in much the same way as I remember them misty figures from the past who were once important in my scheme of things.
Sadly I have met up with boon comrades from my childhood only to find we have nothing to say to each other anymore

[bluessadmood]

come to me my runaway past..caress my memories
bring me dreams i long have lost..past days wave their glory
they marched across field of life..i have a view of how many dreams wasted away
faces shimmer to me now and then like flashes of light
they talked to me of trips and roads i journeyed..part of me..
how lovely this all sounded ,how sweet ,kind of sad..sweet and sad
lovely write

[Nayan]

The teachings of life penned so exceptionally!

My best stanza:

"We are not each one right nor wrong
We are the result of our times
Held to account for all the good
As well as for all our crimes"

Last two lines, I felt, were speaking of the concept of "karma" :)