By myself as i am sitting beneath the warm, rising sun,
There exists a slight, cool, morning breeze around me.
Watch i do as the tall, dancing, trees stand high above,
Rays from the sun shine through the branches of leaves.
What surrounds me this day is taken for granted beauty,
The quiet is an always wanted gift that will never go away.
The calm pond water rests around me while i think and dream,
When i look down to find my reflection i see not me but that of other days.
My thoughts take me to yesterday, far, far, away as if it were today,
The water is quite still now like clear, shiny, glass, i drift off like a dream.
Faces in the water, clearly i can see with memories faces in the water,
Days of old, friends scattered with time are seen floating in the sun.
Keith Garrett
This is a truly beautiful poem Keith. Many thanks for sharing it with us.
Days of old, friends scattered with time are seen floating in the sun…
beautiful!
I think we have the same inspiration….
“When i look down to find my reflection i see not me but that of other days.” My favorite line! Thank you for following Broad Street magazine; we published some great poems by Yehuda Amichai (Robert Alter’s original English translations) in our “Dangerous Territory” issue, which I think you’d enjoy based on your work here.
Please let me know if you’d like to secure yourself a copy, perhaps, or even include it as part of a subscription purchase? You can reach me at broadstreetmag@gmail.com with any comments or questions. Meanwhile, keep writing!
Take care,
Stacey from Broad Street
Hi Keith, thanks so much for coming by my writing blog! I love this poem and look forward to reading more of your creations on here.
Susie
Thanks always