Caught in Transition

[dr_con]

Caught in Transition

 

Canine funeral mourners bark

Gone gone gone beyond

as the sojourner passes

comfortable family homes

their strange warnings

beautifying this journey

from shore to shore

 

The temporary landlord

asks if anything can be done

about clothes well traveled

and road stained knowing

the beyond beyond but we

are caught in transition

 

A friend says You are impatient

gone but not waiting to see

the new life growing welcoming

this traveler to put down

seasonal roots

to re-forget

 

how precious how delicate

illusions of permanence

or memories of the future

really are

 

At the peak of summer these hued flowers

these long suspended days stand defiant

and innocent of already becoming gone.

[tonyv]

Not a word out of place or too much. The "sojourner" is no stranger to temperance, impermanence. He is a passerby, and he knows it, no delusions. Terrific work, Juris!

 

Tony

[dr_con]

Thanks Tony for your kind words. Intelaced with the heart sutra:-) cheating... HA .. Juris

[Larsen M. Callirhoe]

just amazing bloddy bllant poetry. everything just right and perfect. i really dig this.

 

victor

[Benjamin]

This is ambiguous and very skilfully done. The more I read it, the less funereal your sojourner seems: more tangible, one who pauses in hotels perhaps, where the mind settles on diversions and conversations of the day--- transposes them into philosophical thoughts. I particularly liked the last two stanzas. Your work is always interesting and a pleasure to read. Benjamin.

[dr_con]

Viktor, Benjamin- Thank you both for your kind words! Time to memorize and present;-) DC& J