Death, Life's Mystery Poem by Smoky Hoss
Death, Life's Mystery
Surprisingly, I find myself
These days ever more content
To just simply sit,
Watch an old movie
With a good sweet story to tell,
Or lazily listen
To some finely felt jazz
That soothes my soul so well,
Or watch the sun break
The holy horizon
On a clear cool
Fall mourn',
With half frozen dew
On the last grass before winter's first storm;
- It all shines and sparkles
With a grand majesty of deep mystery; of
Life, and being,
Of knowing and feeling what you are hearing and seeing.
So much beautiful warmth,
In such foreshadowed cold.
The perfect combination of modest and bold...
At the recognition of these
Tears enter my eye's.......
And I cannot say for certain
Why.
Other than the realization
Of so very much beauty -and life-
Even in the things bound so soon to
Die.
My heart holds on,
Refusing to say 'Good-bye';
And I want nothing alive
To ever, ever again
Come to an end,
- Or to die.
What is on the other side I soon shall know. Not to eager to find out, though. This is a remarkable bit of contemplation.All good things, sadly come to an end. We just lost Geoge Jones and sure would hate to lose Merle. A soleful, sad but tremendous write
well penned.A pleasure to read poems in which you contemplate the mysteries of life.
I felt the same when I saw Big Bear and Julian for the first time, the Mojave, God has so much beauty out there for us to see, if only we look. Before it's too late, great job Hoss.
A wonderful poem, beyond ordinary comment! I'm trying not to cry. Most sincerely, Constance PS thank you so much for the super nice comments on mine.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 3:16:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hey, Smoky! With no new postings from you, I decided to look back and came on this one. And here you definitely convey things I’ve felt. To want to hold on but to know we can’t... But it strikes me that the passing makes way for the new, the fresh to captivate us and cherish. -Glen