Capricious

My life is the seasons.

Each day, spontaneous in its own defense.

As telling as the erratic weather skies,

that aviates above our existence.

 

I am the summer days.

Welcoming, I give life to my surroundings.

With rays of inspiration and warmth,

I aim to illuminate the dark corners of their souls.

 

But not all summer days are inspiring.

Some are filled with rain, while others scold with humidity.

I attempt to immerse myself in the day’s longevity,

but odds of knowing are a speck of soil in a lawn.

 

I am the autumn hours.

Our leaves, they transform into a fiery hue.

They swing gently from left to right,

falling to the ground from the brown paper skies.

 

You are my companion,

the symmetry veins of the body of a leaf,

that connect with life,

as they cover the orchard gardens harvest.

 

But sometimes the chillness of night

can freeze us with disdain,

as the sycamores go bare in the desolate fields of frost,

waiting anxiously for the elder season to arrive.

 

I am the winter minutes.

Frozen with eternity--cold, bitter, alienated,

the snowflakes shutter to the soil in the mute absent hour.

 

There I blanket the differences of earth,

letting the gusts of the wind orchestrate the howling of the twilight.

 

But the stars-- ‘oh the stars’--

burn parallel to the shadows of the moon.

Extending shine like a night light to a babe in a crib,

the glare reflects off the mounds of snow and ice.

 

Here the stars reveal that everything is colorless and one.

The bare sycamore trees remain beautiful and honest,

standing tall in the algid soil of the world.

 

At last, I am the spring seconds.

At times I can be quarrelsome as a lion--

self-destructive and unpleasant --

pouring down my grey clouds with awkward climates,

my spring showers become floods.

 

But at other moments ,

I can be as peaceful as a lamb.

Calm and pleasant--warm when unexpected--

I let the seeds of my experiences sprout my life,

and let it grow into others,

 let it bloom in their eyes.

 

My life is the seasons.

Each day, spontaneous in its own defense.

I let my heart forecast my weathering soul,

which is made of manifold climates.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Cord Moreski

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Elisa Laura]

To feel so close with the seasons, as if they are inside of you, is an art, this speaks volume, and is really beautifully written. You see both good and bad sides, of nature, as it has need the balance exactly in it. Without that, it wouldn't be that green, with less rain, or that colorful with less sun. When you capture in the ending your mood-swings, as depressions in weather can you had me! because this is a perfect metaphor, to how we all can feel in some moments. It's only more beautiful, you're not always shining. (makes a human whole, and wise).

Wonderful work Cord, as always,

Elisa

[Cord Moreski]

Thank you so much,Elisa:)

[Elisa Laura]

:) very welcome.

[The Elusive Mr Dunne]

Such essence captured here :)

[Cord Moreski]

Thank you ,sir :)

[The Elusive Mr Dunne]

You're welcome, my friend :)

[OTownPete]

Embracing the personalities of the seasons as though they were sent to tell you stories is wondrous and metaphorically astounding. Your friend in words, Pete

[Cord Moreski]

Thank you ,Pete :)

[John McFadyen]

Wow Cord this is an epic self observation written in explicit metaphors that give it such an dark emotional edge. What you describe could even sound like bipolar disorder, the change of moods. Well described!

[Cord Moreski]

Thank you very much,John.I wrote this poem to show the balance of our human nature, and the spontaneous aspects it displays.

[Frieda P]

You captured that essence so brilliantly....one of the best reads here. Well done.

[Cord Moreski]

Thank you, dear Frieda

[writing mojo]

Bi polar or maybe a new diagnosis of getting lost in the moment, which trails the unconscious thought process you have labeled into a writing cure...

[Cord Moreski]

Thank you lol :)

[Riley Mistwood]

You absolutely did capture the essence of beauty in human nature. Just as the seasons are, we are all unique and posses a beauty all our own. Wonderful read.

[cocowriting]

=)

[Cord Moreski]

Thank you

[cocowriting]

no problem

[Jo March]

I love this, it's very relatable and moving

[Cord Moreski]

Thank you

[KAOlmsted]

Comparing human nature with the changing seasons...and doing it beautifully, I might add...is quite possibly one of the finest examples of our medium I have experienced on this site. Your piece is the essence of true poetry and I was moved beyond vocabulary while submerged in your lovely words. Thank you so much for sharing this with us, and for the dedication...

-kimmer

[Cord Moreski]

You are very welcome, Kimmer. Thank you for the inspiration :)

[Eile MacIntyre]

This is now one of my favorite poems of all time. Fantastic work.

[Cord Moreski]

Thank you,Eile. That means so much to me. It is comments like yours which truly inspire. Thank you.
-Cord

[Cord Moreski]

Inspire me* lol