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

Price Of The Season, The

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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 OF THE POEM
Mary X 30 April 2010

ah! like lemonade. refreshing

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C. P. Sharma 12 April 2010

Awareness packed in poetic petals. CP

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Nimal Dunuhinga 08 December 2009

I agree Goldy, it's not fair that the sky is endless! Seasons come and go like us?

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Tailor Bell 06 December 2009

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

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Eyan Desir 06 December 2009

Awww, well expressed good job

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