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i walked this path
when love was young
and buds about to spring —
colors bright, breezes soft
no want for anything.
there was a time
for boundless hope
and dreams of evermore.
now i wander aimlessly
my joints are getting sore.
where went this youth
these dreams and songs
that winged on words of love?
left with geese flocking south
chorus sounds above.
now the trail is sodden
with limp and trodden leaves;
gone the color and the spark.
trees and i are getting old
soon it will be dark.
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Dennis, do you know what I see when I look at those trees? I see a tree being dipped down by another and slowly kissed into eternity.
A beautiful poem.
~Audrey
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Hi Audrey, I agree the trees do appear to be kissing. I see that a lot in nature, less so in humans. Thanks for your kind words. ~ Dennis
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Thanks for reblogging my poem. It is much appreciated. ~ Dennis
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Hi Dennis, I would like to re-post this as one of my Friday poems. Is this attribution ok with you?
‘”Soon It Will Be Dark” by Dennis Cardiff. Dennis is a poet, artist, bodybuilder, and homeless advocate. You can read more of his work at https://dcardiff.wordpress.com/
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I would be honored if you were to repost my poem. Thank you very much. ~ Dennis
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Reblogged this on But For Grace and commented:
“The grass withers, the flower fades . . . . .”Isaiah 40:8
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Thanks, Grace, for reblogging my post. It is much appreciated. ~ Dennis
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You are very welcome, Dennis. Your work and humility are very much noteworthy and appreciated. ~ Ebony G.
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did you write my story? 🙂
well, dennis, poems are universal. and, feelings too occur simultaneously to different individuals.
best
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Hi Himanshu, I’m glad that this poem struck a chord with you. ~ Dennis
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very pretty and sweetly sentimental…and yet sad.
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Hi Tonia, a bit of disillusionment creeping in here. ~ Dennis
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Oh I really liked this one. Beautiful!
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Thanks for your support and encouragement. I enjoy your posts. “Rain, Errands, Reading and A Run” brought back pleasant memories of running in the rain, unfortunately an artificial hip has ended that. I love walking, but it’s just not the same as the freedom one feels while running. ~ Dennis
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Dennis, you are most welcome. And I understand completely how health problems may change certain aspects of one’s life. I can’t run much anymore as I’ve developed runners knee, recently actually. So I too have to take it easy. I’m thankful we still have the ability to get outdoors, go for walks, and enjoy nature. I’m enjoying your writings, you inspire me! ~Rose
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😥 I like your poem…. I think darkness comes at any time in life…. the worst that could happen is to be alive and living in darkness so to speak, to be live and dead at the same time… with no enjoyment, no dreams, no desires, no goal, no love, no peace…
everyday, I thank Jesus I can now celebrate that He has given us all the right and the path to walk… and when dark comes we can be sure that Jesus is there waiting for us and though it was dark for a second the rest of the journey won’t be eternally dark.
I enjoyed this poem, It was like seeing a picture..
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Thanks for your kind words of comfort. ~ Dennis
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thank you for sharing!!
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I like your style of writing. It is full of meanings and let one wonder..
keep writing, 🙂
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Thanks for your comment, I am honored and humbled. I also enjoy your photographs and writing, especially “THOUGHTS ON “WHO SAYS THAT THE ”U.S” CAN BE RANKED THE FIRST WHEN IT COMES TO MULTICULTRALISM AND TOLERANCE?!” I hope that in our lifetimes we will see true universal equality. ~ Dennis
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You are very welcome. I hope the same thing too.
I do believe though, that I should pay more attention to my typing and grammar mistakes.
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Thank you so much for sharing with us.
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I am honored that you visited my blog. Namaste, Dennis
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that is beautifully written! To me, it captures age and life so very well along with one’s thoughts and outlook. Again, beautiful – already one of my favourites! Regards.
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Thank you so much. I try to keep more upbeat, but sometimes the weight of a lifetime gets me down. ~ Dennis
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😦 here’s to the returning spring! 🙂
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A beautiful moving poem…. but I feel sadness under the words… I’ve just noticed the comment above and someone wrote the same… Being caught in our human limitedness can cause this… but we know now that we are so much wiser… that once we connect with our soul and spiritual essence… we can feel our unique loving self within it ALL and know that everything is just perfect as it is… take care, Barbara
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Hi Barbara, I understand that on one level, but sometimes my ego and self doubt creeps in to sabotage my hard earned mindfulness. I agree, everything is just perfect as it is. Thanks for your comment, It is very helpful. ~ Dennis
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I could feel the sadness underneath.
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I was felling sad this day, but circumstances changed and I found reason for happiness. Thanks for your empathy. ~ Dennis
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I am glad you found happiness again.
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Wonderful contrast! I’m sooo not a poet, but I love to read it.
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Thanks, Stormy, now it’s my turn to be flattered. ~ Dennis
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I enjoy your poetry. Your words seem to echo and shift. Thank you for giving my blog a little love and attention. Looking forward to reading more of your work! 🙂
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Hi Aruna, thanks for your kind words. I enjoy reading your blog, especially your post “Suddenly I Was in Their Shoes”. That’s the way I often feel when I sit with homeless people. Like you, I forgive them. Their opinions are their own and have nothing to do with me. ~ Dennis
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Aww, thank you Dennis. I completely agree.
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Thanks for reblogging my post. It is much appreciated. ~ Dennis
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Solomn and beautiful, like a walk inthe woods.
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Hi Geanie, thanks for your kind words. A walk in the woods is my favorite pastime. I love your blog, especially your post,”On Writing: The Pros and Cons of Writing in Your Head”. ~ Dennis
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Dennis, your poems are beautiful and honest.. Looking forward to following you here also.
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Hi Danese, thanks for your kind words. I enjoyed your writing, poetry and our hike with Adrian. ~ Dennis
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With age comes wisdom and, with you, the uncanny ability to make poetic masterpieces. 🙂
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You are too kind. I love your poem “come stay with me” it’s brilliant. ~ Dennis
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No; I’m serious. Your poem was amazing. And thank you so much, by the way, for stopping by! I’m glad you liked it.:)
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One of the many ways of saying how time flies. Some of this verse brings to mind the end of a Lewis Carroll poem– “… and I am left alone with night.” That’s when my age shows. Have a good one, Dennis.
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Hi Loujen, getting old isn’t normally something I think about. I am very active, but sometimes thoughts come to mind like “…and I am left alone with night.” I wasn’t aware of that quote. I’ll look it up. Perhaps, he has more to tell me. ~ Dennis
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Absolutely lovely. I love the imagery, meter and rhyming. Such a beautiful piece.
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Thanks so much, Douglas. I loved your poem “November Nights”. ~ Dennis
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Thanks for following us at bookclassifications.com Dennis.
We hope you enjoy what we have to offer.
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I enjoy the diversity of the books you feature. The reviews and recommendations are very helpful. Dennis
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When I see you have written a poem, I am always thrilled and never disappointed. Well done!!!
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Skye, as always, thanks for your kind words. I am always thrilled to see that you have stopped by to read my words and have cared enough to comment. ~ Dennis
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🙂 xx
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Older hippies are the best kind, ‘specially if they write. 🙂
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That would include me. I feel old when I remember seeing Bill Haley and the Comets live. ~ Dennis
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arrrgh yes, ” Where went this youth”? indeed… Lovely poem with my favourite silent standing ones in the image 🙂
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Thanks Sue, trees talk to me and I answer back. We have wonderful conversations in my favorite places. ~ Dennis
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me too my friend 🙂
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Nice Dennis, Nice use of allegory to link trees with lost youth.
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I have seen some trees as saplings, now they tower over my head. When I’m sitting in the forest I can almost see them grow. I love your photographs, some of them very haunting, certainly worth coming back to. ~ Dennis
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Beautiful imagery Dennis, ♥
teri
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Thank you so much for your kind words. Your poem “My Plea” is very powerful. My heart goes out to you.
Blessings,
Dennis
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Dennis, I like this, especially “the geese flocking south” refrain. it has multiple meanings to me. Thanks, BTG
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For me, geese flocking south begs the question, ‘What do they know that I don’t?” or “Why do I stay in this cold climate?” Sorry to hear about your car. I empathize with your post, “Why would someone hit my car in a parking lot and not leave a note?” It seems that is becoming the nature of our society. ~ Dennis
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Thanks Dennis.
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You surely write using superb and imaginative words, but what I like the most of your poems is the Shape you give to them. Sinusoidal tranquillity.
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I like the shape too, although it’s purely accidental. Thanks for your kind words. Your poem “EYES” is very powerful. ~ Dennis
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This is really mood-invoking. Superb.
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Thanks, Beth, for your encouragement and support. It is much appreciated. ~ Dennis
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