Day: September 1, 2019

“We are but a moment’s sunlight, Fading in the grass…. Come on, people… Try to love one another right now”

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Art of Quotation

We are but a moment’s sunlight
Fading in the grass
Come on, people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another right now

Song quote from Get Together, 1967
Performed by the The Youngbloods,
Songwriter: Chet Powers

“Get Together”

Love is but a song we sing
Fear’s the way we die
You can make the mountains ring
Or make the angels cry
Though the bird is on the wing
And you may not know why
Come on, people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another right now
Some may come and some may go
He will surely pass
When the one that left us here
Returns for us at last
We are but a moment’s sunlight
Fading in the grass
Come on, people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another right now

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Perfectly

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tea

The dance between dusty thoughts and childlike giggles

Dark skies while sipping on my pain

Simplicity is savored in a porcelain tea cup, it’s a Bergamot kind of day

Paralyzing grief served on Friday’s plate

Numbed by uninhibited dancing on Saturday with a random fake

The day will dawn

The night will darken

Who I am in this moment

With just one sentence

Is perfectly forgotten

By Alisa Hutton

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Would you…

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If I tell you I want to walk barefoot

on the dew soaked carpet of grass

to feel alive as it tickle my toes

and count the leaves swirling n twirling in the cool breeze

as I ever so gently touch the velvety petals of a wild flower

would you join me or laugh at me as one would at a newbie?

do you find it strange that rain

still makes me want to play with paper boats

to catch the falling raindrops on my tongue

and on moon-less, star studded nights

I wish I could bottle a few stars, like fireflies in a jar

to light my world when darkness seeps in

as I type this, I feel like a phoney

for I am giving a miss to

the darkening thunder clouds outside my window

stay awhile…

let me first enjoy the light and sound show!

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Pieces of Life

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Roth Poetry

Old model A rusting away - Marc Andrew

Age does disturbing things to some minds. Alzheimer’s disease leaves many feeling like their memories are only scattered pieces. Life no longer makes sense, as short-term memory disappears. Stress levels increase and shut down. Confinement can become necessary to protect the person from wandering off or putting themselves in harm’s way. Some still remember the distant past and days of childhood. Happy and traumatic events from the past get repeated over and over again. Questions to visitors are repeated over and over again as well. It is very sad to see a person deteriorate in this way.

Aging rusts the soul
Life scattered like lights and doors
Falling leaves hide rust
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Photo: Marc Andrew

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A Point of Grief – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: Lake Brown looking west to the setting sun.

“Filthy water cannot be washed.”   African Proverb

A Point Of Grief

There’s majesty in this ancient death,
just to walk the barren shore and
take in the necrosis of dead trees
and pinkish water,
nothing lives here
except the salt, of course,
a living death
that burns to the touch,
even the wind moves
in eerie reverence
across its tortured surface,
a millennia of dying
offering a point of grief
to all who long for something more
in this tortured world
of love and loss.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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