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Moment of Perfection – Poem#30 – From the Archives
I don’t recall which day it was
I don’t know when that moment was
for just a moment, then it passed
The sun is lower now
“All your problems can be solved
No.
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Wow ❤
Beautiful Toritto ❤
Love the song as well
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Deanne – glad you like! I like the song as well. Perfect for us old guys.
Regards
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Could you possibly write a how to manual for me?;-)
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Sojourner
Far be it from me to write a manual! I never wrote a creative word until well after I retired and became a widower. I started posting about family and my life probably because I found it therapeutic. It was also a good way to tell my daughters about my early life.
I began dabbling in poetry. I don’t know why. I cannot define poetry and was never a reader of poems. I never took a writing class. I think maybe I can write two decent poems a year that others might find enjoyable..
This particular piece started in 2012 when I turned 70. Parts of it can be read here:
https://toritto.wordpress.com/2014/04/29/until-its-taken-2/
It was originally published back then at a curated poetry site for unpublished work. Last year I posted it here. I began this new piece with the first few stanzas then grafted parts of the previous work giving the same words new meaning. So one could say this little piece was over two and a half years in the making.
I find I write best when I write about what I know. Trite but true.
Regards and thanks for the compliment.
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Over two decades ago, when I was in my mid forties, my former wife and I went through a very traumatic, three year period. And I found myself, for the first time, writing down my thoughts and feelings in a ‘poetic’ way. But like you, I never was an avid reader of poetry, nor had I, up to that point, ever attempted to write poetry.
What I found, at the time, was writing in this manner helped me to deal with the pain of what we were going through. It was like finding a way to remain sane, and then clinging to it.
Over the years since, I have read some of what remains of my writing then, and it was pretty awful.
Your poetry, on the other hand, is moving and thought provoking for me, and I’m sure for others as well.
Actually, it was this one stanza I was referring to, when I commented:
“No.
I will not go gentle through the portal
into that good night.
I will warm my face in the September sun smiling
while searching the memories of all my days
for that moment when all was perfect.”
Life has been difficult again, recently, and this stanza moved me, but I’m not sure, at the moment, that I can get to this place. Thus the reason for asking you to write a manual.
Thanks for sharing this with me, Toritto. Keep writing!
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Stunning Toritto ⭐ beautifully penned… My favorite stanzas are the second and the last one… You are a joy to read!… All the best to you, Aquileana 😀
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Aquileana – many thanks for the kind words. Regards
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