“Carpe Diem"
New voices where do you come from?
The winds blow, I do not now your source
You take me with you in spite of my will
My journey lost, who directs my course?
Not love, not life, nor death itself
A fallen feather, its calamity unfolds
I am here today, am I gone tomorrow?
Where, when, and who cast the final molds
Some fly high disappear spines of their backs
Others come crashing down to pieces and die
What destiny awaits my journey’s acts?
Who writes my final lines –is it really I?
“Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero”
Horace words fall deft to all waxed ears
Youth ambition blinds the daylight bats
Lonely nights shed fates' fallen fears
I leave the Gods out from this equation
Math and algebra not my strongest token
My beating heart the rhyming question
I held up my lute, all strings brittle broken
“What remains of us is love”
Such love foretold the-my fool’s gold -
I went knocking on its doors to yield
Its triple chains blackened with mould
I fess up, I confess, this is my test
Sand from the beach edge never recovers
Feet and tide do their random cleansing
Wave rage new prints erase old lovers
January 10, 2013--
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the beach changes as does each day
I think this is one of your better poems.
Growing up on a beach I learned to look
forward to the changes. Sometimes I would
grieve what was but you never know what
will replace it. Thoughtful poem, i enjoyed reading it.
raskin
I am haunted
Leaking Pen
Dear Ras
I don't know how to get rid of Philip Larkin's ghost, I am haunted by his poem "An Arundel Tomb"
I am really in love with it, its lines haunts me day and night, it breached the heart of my core, this is my second poem reflection on his, my first poem -please forgive me for my indulgence - I will post it again below
due to copy right can not post" An Arundel Tomb" I really appreciated your thoughtful feedback, have a restful night
Truly
Paul
To all who suffer?
“What will survive of us is love.”
My Arundel tomb undiscovered
Where Larkin’s spirit hovered
Remains of my fool’s gold
No memory hand holding mine
No effigy, my past untold
To walk in Larkin’s shoes
Dread dead end road my reality
I’m not good at ABBCAC modality
I’m a chameleon, a pretense plasterer
Wish I could master His caster craft
Mine fake throwaway manufacturer
-My hand- yearns for touch
Poet sculpturer to mend my broken heart
To sleep day and night at the base of art
Where shadows of light and dark meet
Wish I were the absurd little dog
Laying happily under their feet
Phillip seven stanzas immortalize
His one line captures my century’s wealth
Short of depth my knowledge to his stealth
Breath of melancholy my master’s carpentry
I’ll kneel three temples away
Worship his soul in eternity
January 7, 2013
Copyright Leaking Pen 2012
Poetry of the Angels
Paul,
You are blessed dear buddy.
This is the poetry of the angels, of a heart that is leaning on God.
God directs our path. It is not our will that brings us to our new beginning, it is Gods.
If we can manage our fears, if we can manage love, we can find our way and direct others to the light.
You are becoming a master of poetry, of life, of love, of hearts beating to know.
What we know, is what we learn to become ... the messenger.
Love,
Kathy
Dallas, Texas
Larkin's Angel
Leaking Pen
Dear Kathy
Heart Of the True Color Yellow
Like I mentioned to Raskin, I am haunted by - An Arundel Tomb- BY PHILIP LARKIN
if you have chance to read it and comment on it, love to hear you feedback on his poem, if you have the time
and do so, can you voice your feedback here so I can read it
Truly
Paul
You Beat Me To It
Hi Paul,
Our minds are in sync again it seems, but this time you got in before me. LOL. I was going to write a poem today called "Carpe Diem", and then I came on-line here and saw your piece with the same title. So I wrote another poem instead which I will upload soon. 'Great minds think alike' - I've been having the same thoughts as those within this wonderful poem that you have penned. Questions, good intentions that lack conviction, thoughts that are almost beliefs if only they had an ounce more faith; these things have been going around inside my head. You have captured much of what I had wanted to say, and you have written it extremely well. Great write. An inspired work, my friend.
Kind regards,
Chris
love's Carpe Deim
Leaking Pen
Dear Chris
There is plenty of room in the heart of love, tittles might be the same, but the message comes from the unique beat of one's song, I wish you reconsider and post your original poem "Carpe Deim" you were meant to write it as it was intended, honor that voice from within, after all what is in a title? it is the content of our deeds that count
I look forward to you posting your original poem, and yes we seem to be in sync lately, I consider that a blessings,
Birds of the Same Feather...... this is not a race, but a communion in our fellowship
Have a great evening
Love always
Paul
Seize the Day!
Thanks Paul,
Okay, I'll go ahead and upload that poem I wrote (Carpe Diem) soon. I appreciate the words of encouragement, my friend. Have a great day,
Warm regards,
Chris