S.J. Goldner

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Price Of The Season, The - Poem by S.J. Goldner

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The days since you
have been more than difficult.
Late summer slides from a
baby blue, cotton-balled sky
into deep autumnal hues.

And I,
like my cats,
want to curl up ontop
a small plot of land
and rest my weary head.

No more beds of orchestrated, -
unparalleled bliss -
but rather the cold, harsh reality
of this dismal life.

It's too early to tell
how you transformed me;
or even how you impacted me.
The mind, still cluttered with lust.

Embark upon this setting road,
stricken with a lack of foresight.
Unguided amidst walls of confusion.
It's not fair that sky is endless,
but our joy is not.


Comments about Price Of The Season, The by S.J. Goldner

  • (4/30/2010 5:57:00 PM)


    ah! like lemonade.

    refreshing
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  • C. P. Sharma (4/12/2010 10:23:00 PM)


    Awareness packed in poetic petals.
    CP
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  • (12/8/2009 9:59:00 PM)


    I agree Goldy, it's not fair that the sky is endless!
    Seasons come and go like us?
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  • Tailor Bell (12/6/2009 12:09:00 PM)


    wrapped myself up in this like a blanket on a cold day. definitely goldy, Sus. and in bygones...how do? -Tailor (Report) Reply

  • (12/6/2009 5:45:00 AM)


    Awww, well expressed
    good job
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  • (12/4/2009 9:26:00 PM)


    no seven bears i must befriend tha of which they think an end they change
    as if the wind is staind and forever walk about in name
    of chanting a row in patented touch
    milk to blood lust to dust
    trinket if you dear permit
    to say so that you may exist
    because permanence is temporary only
    as I wink that the time may blink happiness in your heart
    and words decieve you believe not that you would be
    not wise to find another when you realize what man
    is good might just be under your nose
    next to you in season would?
    you not find freedom from grace abandoned
    as loving the earth is as important
    as the mystery you have
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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 4, 2009



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