Joey Jones


Seasons of My Soul


Seasons of My Soul

The spring,
such a perfect reminisce
of youthful play in sweet fields of bliss
a myriad of dreams with wanderlust
a child's innocence of purity and trust.

The sun did rise and the bells did ring
each day something new did bring
worries and cares, so little so few
think time, playtime, suppertime too.

The world spun as the spring's sun set
and the lad became as the child he slept
in the dawn the summer's sun did show
for these are the seasons of my soul.

The summer,
a wondrous reflection
of friends and plans of reaching perfection
an experiment with life's finer things
a youth's excitement filled with flings.

The sun did rise and the clocks did tick
living in the day engrossed in the frolic
my songs were sung and stories told true
of friends, of pain, and of love too.

The world spun as the summer's sun set
and the man became as the lad he slept
in the dawn the autumn's sun did show
for these are the seasons of my soul.

The autumn,
in contemplation's awe
of all that will be and all that I saw
living the dreams, planting the seeds
of what will be of my legacy's deeds.

The sun will rise and the sand will fall
each day for them I will do my all
they are my dreams, dreamed anew
A wife, two sons, and a daughter too.

The world will spin as the autumn's sun set
an old man will be where the man had slept
in the dawn the winter's sun will show
for these are the seasons of my soul.

The winter,
a time for peaceful reflect
on a life I hope lived with little regret
taking the time to enjoy life's attain
living what's left before the wane.

The sun will rise just before the toll
celebrate with me before you condole
for I want all to see before it's through
I lived, I loved, and I played too.

The world will turn as the winter's sun set
just a memory will be where I once slept
then in the dawn His Son will show
for these are the seasons of my soul.


© Joey Jones 2012

Submitted: Friday, May 31, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 08, 2013

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  • Rookie - 48 Points Clifton Redmond (10/22/2013 2:25:00 AM)

    A brilliant use of words to describe the seasons and the trials and tribulations of life. Spoken as if from an elder statesman. Perhaps an old soul. This is deserving of winning any contest. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 6,773 Points Dr Tapan Kumar Pradhan (10/18/2013 1:20:00 AM)

    Dear Joey, I really loved your poem. Description of the seasons was quite original! You have a definite talent, which can be honed still further. Wish you all the best for the contest. But you cannot predict anything in an Online Contest like this - which can be easily manipulated by cyber savvy poets! ! (See my poem Poem Hunter Contest Final just to have an idea of how a contest can be manipulated...) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 48 Points Randy Nii (9/18/2013 6:55:00 PM)

    This is one I always felt to have so much relativity.How you wove a tapestry of a lifeline so complete and fulfilled (Report) Reply

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