Youthful Vision

Old years like waves broke on the shore

a burnt sky felt both dark and gray

The winds had howled so cold and long

my soul was beaten night and day

 

I wonder if there was a time

when I could have turned right not left

And in so doing change my fate

thereby saving this heart bereft

 

But those are thoughts best left alone

to think on when there’s nothing more

As now we have the blue-sky smiles

bright summer,  red eves to adore

 

I find they are just our choices

that is which times we think upon

To live in pain from days gone by

or within the light there-upon

 

Our minds are what capture and keep

good and painful thoughts that abound

Should we choose to tolerate them

bad times will be our only sound

 

For me I choose the bright sunlight

spring times when I was but a child

The favored memories of days

when I ran torrid, fast and wild

 

Available Now	Available Now

Create a MySpace Music Playlist at MixPod.com

Author's Note

I decided long ago that when the winds blew me cold and long. I would simply look within myself. For memories of days when I was sleek, fast and strong.

Reviews

[ice]

My man Tate...

"I wonder if there was a time
when I could have turned right not left
And in so doing change my fate
there by saving this heart bereft"

There was a time, and you used it wisely, as the "road" decision is part of all of our histories..Frost knew what road was best for him, and so did you..

"I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."

You are just "telling this with a sigh"..in this poem.
And I am glad to have read it.

The pen takes over for strong muscles, sometimes..and your pen is "sleek and strong"


Namaste
ice

[Frantzuu]

Reading your stuff is like reading something god sat down and wrote himself. lol

[Zachary_James]

Very well done. i am amazed at ypur poem i mean you wrote this with such a beautiful tone to it.

[Zeek4]

I really like the message of your poem, and the solace of looking back in time to relive youthful experiences. Much of my own writing are memoirs allowing me to cherish times long ago. Your poem was very uplifting and well written.

[Mauricio Montoya]

Going back with what we know now, some of us dream. Youth Vision I like that, let us stay young at heart because back then we could see a lot of things but didn’t really have an Ideal in which direction to go. I guess the last stanza sums it all.
Excellent write.

[T. J. Blackburn]

As always good stuff!

"Our minds are what capture and keep
good and painful thoughts that abound
Should we choose to tolerate them
bad times will be our only sound"
---> This section felt awkward to me as I read them out loud.

"For me I choose the bright sunlight" ---> maybe

[E.H. Monroe]

S**t yeah.
Then we have problems getting out of bed and its all down hill.
Nicely spun a fine reflection of the past speeds where evenm the breeze was different

[G. K. Bostic]

Beautiful.....a word I may use to frequently, but in this case I can think of no word more fitting. I love this, Tate....it is so well written and the music you used with it was perfect. Fantastic!

[Bethany]

This is just beautiful, it is so elegant and heartfelt. Reading poetry like this inspires me to keep going with the hope that I also can inject emotion into other people the same way that you have.

[SarahCortland]

Oh I love this taking a look back at yourself it's great another great poem and it's something we all do whether we realize it or nor

[cassandra violet]

WOW thanks so much for asking me to read this, I truly loved it. This poem has such a strong and distinct voice, it make me feel like the words truly had a speaker rather then just feeling like I"m reading written words. Your word choice and flow of language is also beautiful. The last few lines hit me hard, the sounds of sentences is still echoing deeply and pleasantly in my mind. You open up with a beautiful depiction with a metaphor for age.

This is truly a beautiful piece, theres so much I like about it. I can see this being read in an award winning literary magazine or an anthology even. Great example of personal free-verse.