The good thing is I can forget
The tasks I’ll leave undone.
Another whom I haven’t met
May stop to pick up one.
It does not matter in the end
When time looks frail and tossed.
Let’s make amends, my passing friends,
Since only love’s not lost.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Paul is hosting on the theme “The End”.
Photo: “From Behind” by the author.
You do this kind of poem so well Frank. Beautiful sentiment.
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Thanks, Paul! I kind of look at one stanza of common meter as the English haiku.
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Excellent. Great work. I love the flow of this.
I’m wondering if you need some punctuation at the beginning of the second stanza though. Should ‘it does not matter in the end’ be followed with a full stop, for example? Or does it not matter when time looks frail and tossed?
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Good point. I put a period after “tossed”. I am glad you liked the poem, Ronnie, and thanks for the suggestion!
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Nothing much matters in the end, Frank, but you are so right about making amends.
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Making amends is a good way to make an ending good. Thanks, Kim!
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This says so much in simple and straight-forward prose. We don’t always have until tomorrow to say the important things.
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We don’t know when our last opportunity will be to make amends. I’ve missed many opportunities in my life. Thanks, Bev!
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And each new day is a morning glory 🙂
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The morning glories come out bright and early with the Sun and they help make the day a morning glory as you mention. Thanks, Jilly!
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Thank you for the reminder Frank. It is always good to make amends. You do this poetry form so very well. they are always a joy to read.
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Thank you, Toni! I am glad you find them a joy to read.
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Well said. Makes me sad because of having to deal with some endings just now. Interesting photographic perspective, from behind including the flower and her shadow.
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There are many endings I wish happened differently in my life, many opportunities missed. I am glad you liked the photo and the poem, Danik!
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“In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.”–the Beatles. Thanks for the poetic pep talk, brother–another killer image too. A little kindness, a smile, a hug–it couldn’t hurt.
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The Beatles said it long ago. I am glad you liked the photo and the poem, Glenn!
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Oh so true, I love the picture also. Love lives on when we are gone for sure.
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I am sure it does also. Besides love is the only thing that could live on. Thank you!
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Very well written Frank. We are all passing friends in life
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We are all passing friends although something we don’t realize it. Thank you, Walter!
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So much truth in these words. Great form.
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Thank you, Lynn! I like this version of common meter.
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You do it well.
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This is beautiful and has. great meaning and message. Be friends make up, it’s not worth fighting for, for in the end it’s our friends and loved ones who matter. The loved ones we did not make up with, we can’t apologize too when we’re gone.
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There will likely be many missed opportunities, but one just tries again with those nearby. I am glad you liked this. Thank you!
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So upbeat and good-hearted!
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Thank you, Nan! I tried to make it good-hearted.
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We lovers…
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Yes, that’s it. Thank you!
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Your poem is a song, literally and metaphorically. A song of life. Lovely.
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Thank you, Roslyn!
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“Let’s make amends”. Only this matters in life. A nice one Frank.
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Yes, I agree. Hopefully one can make amends. Thank you, Sumana!
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For me my favourite lines would be..
Another one—to pick up one.. Strange, yet strong similarity within the human nature..
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Others will come along and perhaps do the job better. Thank you!
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“Since only love’s not lost.” ~ ah, I especially love this last line. ❤
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I’m glad you liked that line. If anything is not lost if would have to be that. Thank you, Maria!
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Ah, the love that remains. This is another little gem.
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Thank you, Sarah! I am glad you liked it!
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Yes, in the end, it’s love that matters, isn’t it.
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Yes, everything else seems trivial by comparison. Thanks, Sarah!
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Love the truth of this, Frank. It’s strange but comforting to realize that other people will pick up where we left off. And that last line says it all. Love is all that matters in the end. Beautiful!
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We don’t have to worry about those tasks and love is what matters. Thank you!
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Beautiful poem. It was warm and peaceful to read.
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Thank you, Jeren! I am glad you found it peaceful and warm.
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Indeed — all the tasks and accomplished lists will fade and be forgotten — love endures a bit longer. (btw, I responded to your comment)
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Thanks, Sabio! I didn’t get an email about the response. Perhaps I didn’t sign up to be notified. I’ll check back on your blog today.
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I have read multiple stories in your poem. Of letting go. Of passing on. And of acceptance. I like what I saw…
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Thank you, Nimi! I am glad you enjoyed the stories and poems. They are about acceptance, come to think of it.
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TrUe Vines
And FloWeRs
with no LiGHT
ends
now
juSt
GroW
juST
Means
Go…NoWmore
Never LooKinG
BacK oR ForwarD iN
GreeN SWeLL CoLors oF
LiFE oVeR AnY otHeR MilEstonES NoW..:)
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I liked the phrase “GreeN SWeLL CoLors”. I read somewhere that parts of plants go toward the light (leaves) and other parts grow away from light on purpose (roots). Plants have a dual response to light. That’s what the phrase brought to mind. Thanks, Fred!
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SMiLes.. mY FriEnd Frank.. Plants
aS iN hUmans bElow so aBove..
DaRK gRounding nOuRishes
Us to eARTh
aS sKeYes
BRinG
uS
HiGheR
As GrounDinG
BRinGs uS LoWer
yeS.. AGAiN.. thE Yin
And Yang of Leaves and Roots
Fertile Soil DArK RooTs LiGhT
RisE GreeN LeaveS iNTuiTioN WinGS..:)
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I like the word “sKeYes” and the green leaves of intuition’s wings. Thanks, Fred!
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AlWays
My pleaSure
To Visit.. Frank..:)
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I think the sentiment is a wise one. if only it were possible for us to let go and make amends on behalf of others.
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It may only be a one-way street, but at least that one way is open. Thanks, Alison!
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