Youthful Vision

Youthful Vision

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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Our minds are what capture and keep good and painful thoughts that abound Should we choose to tolerate them bad times will be our only sound

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Old years like waves broke on the shore

a burnt sky felt both dark and gray

The winds had howled so cold and long

my soul was beaten night and day

 

I wonder if there was a time

when I could have turned right not left

And in so doing change my fate

thereby saving this heart bereft

 

But those are thoughts best left alone

to think on when there’s nothing more

As now we have the blue-sky smiles

bright summer,  red eves to adore

 

I find they are just our choices

that is which times we think upon

To live in pain from days gone by

or within the light thereupon

 

Our minds are what capture and keep

good and painful thoughts that abound

Should we choose to tolerate them

bad times will be our only sound

 

For me I choose the bright sunlight

spring times when I was but a child

The favored memories of days

when I ran torrid, fast and wild

 

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Author's Note

Tate Morgan
I decided long ago that when the winds blew me cold and long. I would simply look within myself. For memories of days when I was sleek, fast and strong.

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My man Tate...

"I wonder if there was a time
when I could have turned right not left
And in so doing change my fate
there by saving this heart bereft"

There was a time, and you used it wisely, as the "road" decision is part of all of our histories..Frost knew what road was best for him, and so did you..

"I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."

You are just "telling this with a sigh"..in this poem.
And I am glad to have read it.

The pen takes over for strong muscles, sometimes..and your pen is "sleek and strong"


Namaste
ice



Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.



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Great message. It really does come down to a choice, choose to remember the happy times or wallow in sadness. Loved the imagery. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I cant imagine these words being drawn up in a lifetime. You make me want to believe in reincarnation.

I was really surprised by point of view here.
You are very well know for your ability to zoom in
and write with precision on a very focused subject,
but this timeline is written on a grand scale.
You still did an excellent job with the details.
This is definitely a poem I feel you should be very
proud of. I really enjoyed it!

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I agree with your ending in the poem. Best to remember the good days. Bad days should be left behind. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It's always best to look at the better times.

"I find they are just our choices
that is which times we think upon
To live in pain from days gone by
or within the light thereupon"

Yeah..I can relive the pain over and over or just live in the now. Nice!

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nice bit of nostalgia. Well done, I think thereby is a single word (not there by). Nice job. "-)

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

An optimist view .The most loved line....."for me I choose the bright sunshine"'Great always.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

My man Tate...

"I wonder if there was a time
when I could have turned right not left
And in so doing change my fate
there by saving this heart bereft"

There was a time, and you used it wisely, as the "road" decision is part of all of our histories..Frost knew what road was best for him, and so did you..

"I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."

You are just "telling this with a sigh"..in this poem.
And I am glad to have read it.

The pen takes over for strong muscles, sometimes..and your pen is "sleek and strong"


Namaste
ice



Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh this is so beautiful. These prose brought tears to my eyes. Lovely!

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I imagine you still being so - at least your words express such a thing - regarding your note. Cheers!
Love and Light,
Siddartha


Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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