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Array ( [sid] => 186840 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Winter [time] => 2020-02-15 01:50:47 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Seasons come and seasons go
It even reflects in our life you know
How things always seem to contort and change
As trials come in and quickly rearrange.

The Springtime, one would call a fountain of youth
When things are new and not at all uncouth
It/'/s a period of time when adjustment starts
A time that/'/s best to strengthen your heart

For then the summer comes and assaults your soul
As the heat from trials attempt to burn you whole
But these trials, though arduous are not lifelong
But merely tempers your sense of right and wrong

It/'/s in the autumn when life truly get hard
When things slowly strip your life apart.
It/'/s a time of a complacence, of change and decay
But it/'/s through this season that lessons can be taken away...

Which leads to winter...The cold, bitter hell.
A time in which...all you can do is yell.
Yell at your past and the future it brings
To wonder why the songbird sings..

Through this season, this time, this snare
Are unloaded all your burdens, worries, and cares
To put to use the lessons you learned
To see the results of the hardships returned.

At the end of the day, you are human...of which there is no doubt.
And though these trials make you want to scream and shout,
You have made it through before and are destined to again
So do not give up and press on my friend. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 106 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Shadowman [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )

Winter

Contributed by Shadowman on Saturday, 15th February 2020 @ 01:50:47 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

Seasons come and seasons go
It even reflects in our life you know
How things always seem to contort and change
As trials come in and quickly rearrange.

The Springtime, one would call a fountain of youth
When things are new and not at all uncouth
It/'/s a period of time when adjustment starts
A time that/'/s best to strengthen your heart

For then the summer comes and assaults your soul
As the heat from trials attempt to burn you whole
But these trials, though arduous are not lifelong
But merely tempers your sense of right and wrong

It/'/s in the autumn when life truly get hard
When things slowly strip your life apart.
It/'/s a time of a complacence, of change and decay
But it/'/s through this season that lessons can be taken away...

Which leads to winter...The cold, bitter hell.
A time in which...all you can do is yell.
Yell at your past and the future it brings
To wonder why the songbird sings..

Through this season, this time, this snare
Are unloaded all your burdens, worries, and cares
To put to use the lessons you learned
To see the results of the hardships returned.

At the end of the day, you are human...of which there is no doubt.
And though these trials make you want to scream and shout,
You have made it through before and are destined to again
So do not give up and press on my friend.

Copyright © Shadowman ... [ 2020-02-15 01:50:47]
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Re: Winter (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 15th February 2020 @ 02:17:34 AM AEST
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the winter is redeeming, I always always thought.
I like your analogy of seasons, regarding life, and its
lessons as one inevitably experiences its glimpses,
and carries on past the shadows in memories, and in
some of its meaning - hopefully to learn, hopefully to grow,
and understand the depths are not perfectly linear, certainly not as they seem in any one moment.
I think it is a good poem you wrote, entitled, "winter", for it reminded me of snow shoeing up in the mountains off the beaten trail when most bears are hibernating --- if you never tried snow shoeing yourself, you should because you can go anywhere in the snow with a good pair of snow shoes. Just remember your shadow
in the snow. Something I dearly hope we can pass down
to future generations!

Peace!

Re: Winter (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Wednesday, 19th February 2020 @ 03:06:38 AM AEST
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I enjoyed this flow
well done
thanx for sharing...

Re: Winter (User Rating: 1 )
by Sagefairy on Saturday, 22nd February 2020 @ 12:47:16 AM AEST
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Well I guess I/'/m in Autumn and don/'/t find it hard. I planned well: maybe at the last minute, but I figured out what works. I love the last stanza about making it through again and again - as I have, and survived. In a ripe old age, all the hurry lessens. You wake in the morning with a "Hey. I/'/m still here!" and look forward to what the day has to offer you (ease or challenges). If you have a roof and food, you are doing well. Money enough to keep it, a bonus!

Nicely written. Blessings!

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