I have lived

I have lived

A Poem by Rick Puetter
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...Honoring Starbucks' poem by the same title...

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Sunrise in Dorset, UK--see my poem

Photographer: Colin Smith.  Rising Sun, Weymouth Bay, Dorset, UK.  Licensed for use under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 2.0 Generic license.  The original image can be found at http://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/2772136.

 

 


I have lived

     Honoring Starbucks’ poem by the same title:

        (http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Starbucks/945275/)

 

I thought, in youth, I'd always last--

A part of me still weeps!

For now there's such diminished time

Before my final sleep

 

With Man's cruel lot, what's Victory?

And who can contradict and say

That these cut flow'rs of yesterday

Don't mirror our decay?!

 

I thought, in youth, I'd always last--

There in the glory of the sun!

Did I build castles in Life's sand--

Of life make ' reckless run?

 

I wanted to embrace so much--

The precious flow'rs of fragrant Spring!

But 'neath Fate's chthon'an hand I lived--

I plumbed the depths of suffering!

 

And Life, I held your tortured bowels--

I held them bloody on my breast!

And now I know most earnestly

I'll suffer on 'til final rest

 

But know that I have fully lived!

Beheld the center of Life's Truths--

And dreamt when young, I'd always last

But now...I'm not that youth

 

 

© 2012, Richard Puetter

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© 2013 Rick Puetter


Author's Note

Rick Puetter
Dear Friends,

I deeply thank Starbucks for encouraging me to post this piece. Thank you so much, my friend. Without the inspiration of your poem, this poem would never be.

Much respect and gratitude,

Rick

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What has always struck me with some sort of abrasion is when people comment about how our writing isn't within the confines of their expectations. The art of poetry is the creation and outlet of a person's expression. This expression comes in many forms and is not limited to any structure or expectation. I'll let that sink in for anyone who may read this comment. (Unfair to you, I noticed a little of this in the reviews)

Rick,

Your poetic roots are profound, educated, and deep. So deep that often it is a depth many have not traveled yet. Of all the many writers I've read in my years on WC, you are by far one of the most articulate I've come across.

This is my absolute favorite stanza I have EVER read from you,

"With Man's cruel lot, what's Victory?
And who can contradict and say
That these cut flow'rs of yesterday
Don't mirror our decay?!"

There is so much truth in these lines. What I like about it the most though is it really makes us readers think and question for themselves. Most of your work that I've read has been creative reconstructions of history or culture. This Is the first I've read of you branching out upon more of a inspirational personal journey. I feel like through this poem, I learned more about you than your love for history and culture.

What I'm getting at is I can really identify with this poem. It made me reminisce at my own life, my own joys, recklessness, and pain. But it also allowed me to enter the realm of appreciation. To savor the moment of now! Yes, cherish the memories of the past, excitedly look forward to the future, but to not be so focused on either to the point that we miss the moment of now. As well as the acceptance of our who we are at this point in our journey. These were the inspiring stimulants from my interpretation.

beautiful write my friend. Glad I had an old friend give me a little inspiration to get on here and read something ;)

much love n' respect
-Lalli

Posted 11 Years Ago


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As ever you write with a master's pen, metre fine and all else. Some wonderfully placed phrases, 'I wanted to embrace so much--The precious flow'rs of fragrant Spring!~ But with grave chthon'an hand I lived- I plumbed the depths of suffering!' (Had to look up 'chthon'an' so I've learned something today, always a blessing.)

As to the theme, 'life truly is the best gift of all, without living it to the full, smiles never reach the heart or the heart sing its finest tune' Someone wrote that or similiar, can't recall who but I wholly agree.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


I really like it, your version is much more edgy and passionate!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Tags: life, death, mortality, philosophy

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Rick Puetter
Rick Puetter

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So what's the most important thing to say about myself? I guess the overarching aspect of my personality is that I am a scientist, an astrophysicist to be precise. Not that I am touting science.. more..

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