Although liberty dies
There’s a Moon that will rise
Casting moonlight below.
Oldish dreams fail to grow.
Patient stars ever will
Turn around but look still.
Evening Sun creeps to set.
We’ll eventually get
Some new day some may see
Although maybe not me.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by Grace with prompt “still”.
Linked to NaPoWriMo2017 Day Twenty-Four.
Photo: “Still and Patient” by the author
Yes, those new days dawn ad infinitum, & I search for the light, the insights, the healing, the knowledge, the truth–and by twilight, I realize the new day of our hopes & dreams has not materialized yet; oh for tomorrow.
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It does seem like slow. Stillness and patience just like that swan waiting. I wonder what she’s thinking about?
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Simultaneously optimistic and pessimistic. I like the resigned patience of this.
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Thank you! The poem is conflicted with both optimism and pessimism and hopefully still patience guides us through.
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I like the pondering hope in this…that remains, even if the author isn’t part of it. Like leaving the world a better place, whether you will ever see it or not. Such an important perspective.
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Yes, it is best to leave the world a better place and not worry if we see it better or not. Thanks!
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Reminds me of these lines in Kahlil Gibran’s poem from the prophet on Children.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
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I remember reading that poem recently. It is very nice.
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One of my favorite poems.
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Great topic! Wistful and deep! Loved the last line. Kudos.
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Thank you! I’m glad you like it.
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Mmm, wistful sums it up well!
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It is wistful. Thanks, Kim!
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Stars surely must be patient, to have remained in place for eons. 🙂 Wonderful poem, and great photo!
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Thank you! I was trying to find some excuse to post that photo with a poem. The swans are just across the street.
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we never know what a new day will bring though the sun and moon move in precision, we can only be still and hope for something good, I like the reality of not having a good day or too much expectation. So I am never disappointed.
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It is perhaps best to be open for surprise beyond one’s expectations and if it doesn’t seem to appear assume we aren’t quite seeing things right. I am not disappointed either. Thanks, Gina!
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Beautiful photo and poetic thoughts pondering the future…hope is possible with patience!
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I am glad you liked the photo, Lynn. Hope is possible with patience.
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There is contrast here –even if the tone of the poem is more toward defeat, hope is still there. It makes me think and relate to the feeling, to the struggle.
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The main message is hope overshadowing any melancholic perspectives we might entertain. Thanks, Adriana!
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My takeaway is hope and this is my favorite part Frank:
Patient stars ever will
Turn around but look still.
Love your photo too ~
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I am amazed looking at stars how they seem to be still and yet an hour later they’ve moved along the sky as if they are busy in spite of their stillness. I am glad you liked the photo.
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I like the contrast between what changes and what endures.
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There is a contrast. Thanks you, Victoria!
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Very moving piece. Well done.
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Thank you!
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Love the patient stars
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Thanks, Candy!
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Hope springs eternal Frank. Your work encourages me that even if today doesn’t bring the expected, and even if i don’t see it in my lifetime, it will still come to pass. Thanks for the encouragement
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I intended it to be an encouraging poem even if the present doesn’t look encouraging. Thank you!
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🙂
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This is so incredibly deep.. so wistful..❤️
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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This is very lovely, Frank
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Thank you! I am glad you liked it.
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I think there’s great truth in your poem, Frank. In time, liberty will be reborn and flourish again, although we might not see it ourselves.
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Yes, that is the message, hopefully optimistic. Thanks, Paul!
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Beautiful words and picture
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Thank you, Anita!
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nice poem!!
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Thank you!
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Melancholic towards the end… yet a seed of hope.
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Melancholic, yet hopeful is what I was aiming for. Thank you!
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The image of the nesting swan – a beautiful symbol of patience the way swan a parent keeps the eggs warm no matter what kind of weather – and your ‘patience of the stars’ go so well together here
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I was hoping the swan would blend in with patience and stillness. Thank you!
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I like the sense of a weighted hope that embraces a longview…one that may not include us.
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Hopefully many of the things we can offer our children is a better future because of what we do now. Thanks, Janice!
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I like the thought-provoking end slicing through the “maybe” and “maybe not”.
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Those last two lines include the potential for some short-term disappointment. Thank you, Colin!
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God bless you, my friend.
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I sense that there is hope in the darkness.
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Yes, there is. Thanks, Björn!
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Love the hopefulness, the stillness, and the patient stars in this. That swan is gorgeous.
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There is hope overall. I am glad you liked the photo. Thanks!
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Wistful and hopeful with a timeless feeling.
The swan photo is beautiful.
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Thank you! I am glad you liked the photo. I like how the swan’s neck reclines on her back.
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The contrasts are so well drawn, Frank, and the picture is a paradigm shift at first glance. Very effective together!
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Thank you! I am glad you liked the picture. It is not how I usually see those swans when they are walking with their young.
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hopeful until that last line. sigh. what a turn!
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I see it as even hopeful there. The “me” has transcended an individualistic view of the self. Thanks, Rosema!
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ooooh. got it. 😀
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Some new day some may see
Although maybe not me.
Sadly what’s gone is just a memory. But it is a grand memory when the feelings are still very much intact
Hank
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I like the idea of it being a grand memory with feelings. Thanks, Hank!
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Miracle of liFe..
A Seed an Egg noW
sUrE Now thE othEr
StAR DuST SenTiEnt
pArTS.. oF CreaTiON
alWays NoW too.. tHe
Gift.. noT all gET soMe
Suffer only as my Son
did for 51 Days
never the
less
the
Gift
more
WoN NoW
or alWays Lost
Bitter Sweet LiFe..:)
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Life is bitter sweet. Thanks, Fred!
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Welcome..
My FriEnd..:)
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