Three Seasons Poem by Daniel Brick
Three Seasons
To Roseann Shawiak, for Radiance of Her Poems
How the Soul
blooms
when the season of the Soul
occurs.
How the Heart
expands
during the season
of the Heart.
How the Mind
opens
in the season
of the Mind.
How a human being
thrives
when Soul, Heart and Mind
shine forth
in their seasons of
FULFILLMENT.
Indeed there's nothing like feeling fulfilled. It's both akin to happiness and breeds happiness. Without it our lives can feel very stagnant. There are so many people who are out of season today, maybe they need to read this poem and get attuned to the seasons of their heart, mind, and soul!
Daniel, I am definitely pleased with this heartfelt poem, thank you so very much, my friend! You have paid homage to my interior life so beautifully, touching it delicately with your poetical intellect, I totally appreciate having you in my life, Daniel - you have been a constant inspiration to me with your comments on my poetry and living. May God continue to bless you. RoseAnn
So beautiful. Yes, when our soul, heart and mind are on an equal plane, that's when we achieve fulfillment. Internal seasons of man are just as important as external seasons of this life. We must pay attention to them. A lovely write. A10.
Thanks, Nosheen, you must have read this poem just moments after I posted it! ! Do you know the poems of Roseann Shawiak? She has a very distinctive style of writing in a prose poem format, And her abiding theme, her passionate commitment, her eloquent advocacy is for the Interior Life from which all our poems arise. And poems pour out of her Interior Life because it is so rich in feeling and love and truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
6/14/2024 3:05:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A nice poem dedicated to a fellow poet. I can see the poet is the flower of the seasons with the unfolding beauty.