times are
weighty
fevered
fervent
anxious

the canvas of your life weeps
it is a call to rest ~
to rest
to meditate
to wait …

for spring, a benediction
please listen …
there is always spring

this week
clouds swelled
burst into tears
overflowed into creeks and rivers
crashed into roofs and trees

but you’re still here
a survivor!

rebirth
renewal
relief

benediction

nothing lasts forever
not even this

© 2018, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved.

ABOUT THE POET BY DAY

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  2. forever

    youth is quick
    out of breath is staying
    by a long time
    it’s swinging on clouds
    smiling
    and crying in rains
    in spring
    the youth doesn’t know
    about the turns
    it waits for nobody
    hidden
    loves clearly and openly
    it speaks to the sky
    and to the roots
    it knows to count
    but it won’t
    calculate

    we go back to the youth
    when we’ve lost it
    (in the dream and with a sermon)

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  5. Lovely poem with powerful words. Yes, there is always hope and rebirth. Love this: “the canvas of your life weeps”. Yes, I think we are all artists who draw and paint the direction and the meaning of our lives. Somehow your poem seems to connect with the lines of a very humble poem I posted last June: “Some of us have brushes in our hands/
    starting the repair job,/ painting a new landscape.” (from: https://momentsbloc.wordpress.com/2017/06/20/moon-fisherboy/)

    BTW, as I am so fond of your poems I would love to add a link to your blog from mine. Would you agree to that. This is how my links are organised: https://momentsbloc.wordpress.com/links/

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