Celtic Light Poem by Edmund V. Strolis
Celtic Light
Darkness has fallen, shadows spreading, flowing, feeding on dying light
Promising to fill the moment and lay black claim to phantom night
Within that ominous wicked void the reaper raised his sickled scythe
But her story had not been written and she was given a second sight
Irish maiden please tell me the tales of your Celtic Walden ways
Is there magic in the kettle's whistle, a joyful salute to another day
Does the wisdom of Thoreau tickle your thoughts and then simply slip away
But let's save their musings for another day, offer a stump and I will stay
What glows in the sunrise of your life, after the shadow of doubt
I see the light in your eyes spreading from heart to spirit to mouth
Raise a glass to your good fortune, free to dance, laugh and shout
You who are one with the moment, ponder lightly what life's all about.
Thank you for this delightful poem. It made me smile. You have such an amazing way with words Edmund they dance right off the page and into the heart.The photo looks very like the Celtic woods where I lived as a hermit when I was in my early thirties I then went on to live a much more rugged off grid lifestyle in the woods of Nova Scotia. I understand your desire to live a simple Walden like existence and hear nothing but the kettle and a few birds sing. What an amazing adventure we are on. Full marks my friend The first verse moves me to post a poem on that experience.
I am glad that you mentioned balance as concerns your use of technology. Once again you are measured. What is technology for an independent mind? Only a tool, not to be feared, despised, shunned.......or worshiped. We owe so much to advances in technology -Health, food, medicine, communication, travel and so on but still, to keep the balance is a breeze. When you understand what matters. Funny thing about poetry. I write what I think and I think as I write. Once you have thoughts were thinking the rest is a breeeeeeeeeze. Nova Scotia. That is funny because I joked about you being a Canuck. Tie a message to a goose foot and maybe I will find it in Michigan my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 10:06:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Aah the pleasures found in a quite simple life where nature connects with and gives us the calm we all long for. Your celtic forest sounds like the perfect place to ponder what life is about. If a second chance may be given lets hope we all find that place. The way you write brings the story to life in such a wonderful way. Excellence. Voted a perfect 10