Youth
Youth, ah that most beautiful butterfly. . .
evolving from chrysalis into the most
delicate creature, flitting freely to and fro,
alighting upon fragrant flowers that
capture their eyes with vibrant colors.
You don't see them attracted to fading blooms.
Most proclaim it is impossible to return to
youth—yet I see the youth of my mother
in my daughter's sweet smiling face.
If we are diligent, youth may become distilled
in the mind, captured forever by memory and
faded photographs now photo/shopped into
their once brilliant shades of black and white!
Connie Marcum Wong has been the Web Mistress of a private poetry forum “Poetry for Thought” since October 1999. Her poetry has been in many publications, anthologies, magazines, and e-zines over the years. She published her first poetry chapbook, Island Creations in 2005. In 2007, Heart Blossoms was published. In January 2010, an anthology, A Poetry Bridge to All Nations, was published by Lulu Enterprises, Inc. Connie created the 'Constanza' poetry form in 2007 and Con-Verse form in 2010. She has resided with her husband in Hawaii since 1980.
How beautiful this is. I love the idea of seeing youth return in the faces of those who follow.
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely poem with truth in your words. Youth resides in the mind and thoughts
ReplyDeleteOf all of us, all it takes is interest and the joys of life, through life captured
By the human spirit. I am never growing old mentally lol.
Loved the poem.
Love,
Yvonne
I enjoyed your poem... It took me down memory lane to my childhood years, "flitting freely to and fro" with a certain measure of vibrancy. l treasure poems which after reading them, you cannot come out unaffected. This piece is one such!
ReplyDeleteThank you Andrea Dietrich for the following comment--
ReplyDeleteFor Connie: Connie, this poem represents who you are as a wonderful inspiration to others. You are someone who sees beauty in nature and then applies those images to personal reflections, and we can feel that same awe you have for your fellow poets and the artistry of poetry reflected back to us through your amazing words.
Hi Connie,
ReplyDeleteCongratulation on creating this masterpiece -- poetry at its finest with both vivid imagery and a stirring message. We all age, but some folkslet it slow them down. As you said, "youth may become distilled in the mind.
If we hold onto this idea, we'll never truly grow old.
Love,
Carolyn
Dear Connie:
ReplyDeleteWonderful to read your thoughts on such a universal subject
made personal through your beautiful reflections.
SuZ
Youth springs eternal, Connie... Wonderful poem...
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