! ! Thoughts That Come Poem by Bob Blackwell

! ! Thoughts That Come

Rating: 3.7


I consider how blossom trees, do
a stark impressive autumn strip, to
shamelessly stand naked through
winters frost and snow; stir to
feel of springs softer magic touch;
this warm enchantment bids their
exposed winter coats farewell, to
let soft fluffy pink flowers blossom.

Blossoms whiten, snow petals fall,
create illusion of a winter scene.
As suns warmth and rain encourage
growth, soft light green leaves open,
fruit appears, grows, ripens slowly
during summers long sunny hours, to
autumns shorter days, when fruit is ripe.

Fruit now ready, harvested, stored,
nourishment for our winter need.
Trees leaves turn rustic shades, give
our souls some warmth, reminds us
to get ready for the start of winter cold.
Leaves fall, tree returns to nakedness.
Trees yearly cycle is now complete.

Like all natures changes they happen
quietly, no praise, no warm applause.

I now reflect, how as seasons change,
the moments come alive, to give life’s
lesson, of true knowledge for our world.
How yesterday has gone to be no more.
How our tomorrows will never reach us.
How our present moment contains all time,
and within it, all we wish for, hope for,
prepare for, complete, realize, achieve.


09-06-2009

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
T McH 09 June 2009

From the personalisation in the first stanza to the accurate reflections of the last, this had me enchanted. t x

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Ashraful Musaddeq 09 June 2009

'How yesterday has gone to be no more. How our tomorrows will never reach us. How our present moment contains all time, and within it, all we wish for, hope for, prepare for, complete, realize, achieve.' A positive poem. I love the above lines most.

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Marieta Maglas 09 June 2009

an attractive theme/ touches one and all/ and nicely penned

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Lynda Robson 09 June 2009

Isn't nature wonderful and I like the way you have incorporated the last stanza, a good way to live Bob, excellent, Diolch yn fawr Lynda xx deg 10

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beautiful vesres so softly whispered singing the seasons of this beautiful nature..a poem for contemplation andwashing the dust of the heavy days..excellent one..10++++

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consider how blossom trees, do a stark impressive autumn strip, to shamelessly stand naked through winters frost and snow; stir to ...how trees grow same way thoughts also emerge and grow in mind.. it is god gift and everybody is bewtowed with it... vivid description of what the things should be.. beautiful write... read mine srious thoughts... on similar lines

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Raj Nandy 23 June 2009

I LOVE THE PHILOSOPHY CONTAINED IN THOSE WORDS, - OUR PRESENT MOMENTS CONTAIN ALL OUR FUTURE AND ALL OUR PAST! 10+ -RAJ NANDY

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Shashendra Amalshan 22 June 2009

Fruit now ready, harvested, stored, nourishment for our winter need. Trees leaves turn rustic shades, give our souls some warmth, reminds us to get ready for the start of winter cold. Leaves fall, tree returns to nakedness. Trees yearly cycle is now complete' well your poems are great nourishment indeed! ! ! ! ! ...this is a great write... 'For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. ' (William Wordsworth- I wondered Lonely as a Cloud) I guess you enjoyed this bliss of solitiude, when you wrote this poem.... thanks for the contentment you gave for me and all the other beautiful poets who visited you sir! ! ! ! Deserves a 10++. regards shan

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Vidi Writes 20 June 2009

These sweet and intelligent thoughts Assets of life. Future, no one can predict Past, no need to debit Present, live to the brim Blossom with summer Drench in Rain Chill out at winter Very well brought out, dear poet.

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Sandra Fowler 19 June 2009

Profoundly beautiful. You have a wonderful soul.10/10. Always your friend, Sandra

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