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Sunday Sonnet!

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When to the distant Past my thoughts I turn,
Some counsel for the Present there to find,
Embers of rich experience brightly burn,
Irradiating warmth of Welcome, kind;
Too seldom do we access lessons taught
By error-stricken actions come to grief,
Until, perchance, in life we’re left distraught,
Appealing to what’s gone to seek relief;
Not only is the Past a burial ground,
Where hurtful, dark encounters are interred,
Nuggets of counsel, wise, oft there are found,
Awaiting on someone to be conferred.
Leave not untended what is gone before,
There, wisdom pearls aplenty lie in store.

© Meanderings 2018

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Sunday Sonnet!

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Beneath the freezing splendour of thick snow
Awaits the vernal birth of crocus hue,
As rising waves of warmth their balm bestow,
Signage of nature’s rebirth shall ensue;
As certain as the flight of winter’s woe,
Essential to the circle of all being,
Anticipate advent of summer’s glow,
When some to distant climes shall go a-fleeing,
Thus interact the rhythmic cogs of life,
Regardless of the whims of creature-kind,
Whether it be in harmony or strife,
The laws of nature are in gold enshrined.
The present to the future shall succumb,
The past without exception to become.

©Meanderings ’18

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Sunday Sonnet!

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When I of mortal treadmill take my leave,
A destiny no being can escape –
However much some would themselves deceive,
Or others, Fate’s arrival would reshape –
All what-has-beens form part of who I am,
Be they of scaling hills or sliding downs,
Even when level living seemed a sham,
Or future promise be replete with crowns;
For what has gone before or what shall be,
Much not unduly spiced with deep regret,
Rich blessings from above shall set me free,
And lessons learnt I never shall forget;
We grow with every modicum of breath,
From birth, through life, until embraced by death!

©Meanderings 2016

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Sunday Sonnet!

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When past demeanours rear their sleepy heads,
Occasioning embarrassment’s advent,
Spectres of doom, that ev’ry mortal dreads,
Insidiously themselves to us present;
No matter escapades to be unknown
Save to oneself and others now long gone,
Yet, ego deems that they are cast in stone
Awaiting resolution at some dawn;
Humility unlocks the door to life,
Presenting open hearts to ventilate,
Thus obviating lingering inner strife,
To leave us in a prior halcyon state;
Though penalty for long by guilt be sought,
Forgiven sins by God are soon forgot!

©Meanderings 2016

Confounded….

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Natural Balance?

Janus into distance stares,
Frowns upon his foreheads bears,
Wonder in the Future sees,
Sadness in the Past he grieves,
Good in heart believes.

Weather gods their counsel keep,
Humankind with doubt to steep,
Snow in Summer, Winter Mild,
Calm in Autumn, Springtime Wild,
Weathermen beguiled!

Cautiously they tread the street,
Wary of Midsummer sleet,
Youngsters on their sleds have fun,
In the absence of the Sun,
Rather walk than run!

Woollies in the Sun do well,
Icy winds sting, children yell,
Juno can no comfort bring,
Biting breezes dirges sing,
No bird on the wing!

Adaptation be the rule,
For the Wise but not the Fool,
To survive in Nature’s Book,
Comfort zones must be forsook,
To ourselves we look!

© Meanderings 2016