The Absent Years
life becomes so sweet
so precious life to the eye
life in all its forms –
the rock strewn stream bubbles life
even those worn-round pebbles
a silver fish drowned
soaked to death in my shower
strange how sad i felt
after watching it struggle
after offering nothing
like mixed emotions
when i tangle spider’s web
the tiny worker
tiny artist full of life
and i so full of myself
death now seems all round
and i only half alive
in my absent years
floating down that rock-strewn stream
drowned silver fish, sad spider
David Austin is professional violinist and teacher, who communicates through poetry. He has played with the Cincinnati Symphony, taught at Colorado College and various public schools. He is a published author, who has been writing poetry and novels for over 40 years. His pride and joy is a shelter in which he feeds and cares for animals. David is a member of Poetry Soup.
This has to be one of the saddest poems I have ever read by you. Very artistic as I try to read between the line...
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Hi David. I really like the creativeness of your poem. It is a sad one, but a sad one in a good way for me, because when I think back to times like this in my life, I often shed tears of joy, remembering precious times as this when an event that I would never have thought I would give attention to would one day take me back to a time I enjoyed so much. Thank you for sharing. I want to also say that I think it is wonderful that you play the violin. I admire anyone that can play a musical instrument. I long to learn how to play the drums and one day I will have the opportunity to make that longing a reality.
ReplyDelete-M.J.
Well-written and touching piece.
ReplyDeleteVery emotive! Terry
ReplyDeleteDear Daver, I agree with Rhoda that this is one of your saddest poems, but it is also one of your strongest emotional statements about aging and how our value for life changes over the years. Awesome, dear friend. Love, Carolyn Devonshire
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jack Horne, for the following comment--
ReplyDeleteDaver: tender, thought-provoking write
Dear Daver,
ReplyDeleteThank you for all the comments you sent for other writers. It's encouraging people like you that makes Whispers possible. Blessings to you my friend.
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Dearest Daver,
ReplyDeleteI am chilled by the beauty of this saddest of pieces. You shine in this horrible doom. Stay away from stairs now. I am recovering nicely with the new knee. Thank you for the words of encouragement.
love you,
Kathy
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