May day

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I raise my eyes from the detritus of death, 
To take a deep breath on this gay May day.
The light, even in these northern climes,
Lifts my spirits, relieves me from dwelling
on my losses, encourages me to give thanks
for all that I still have. I am glad to be alive,
No survivor's guilt, a lilt to my words today.
I see colours both sudued and majestic,
Hear the birds whistle as they work,
Watch the children scoot along the paths,
Hear them laugh loud & raucously 
Heaven sent glimmers of all that life could be,
 if only we had eyes to see;
I slip away soundlessly. 



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John Marks

Fri 5th May 2023 00:15

Thank you kindly for all your comments and likes. I am not used to being popular.

"I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love."
Sylvia Plath,

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Stephen Gospage

Thu 4th May 2023 08:20

This is so well written, John. It reads beautifully. Thanks.

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Tue 2nd May 2023 12:36

Beautifully worded, John.
We take for granted, and abuse the natural world at our peril.

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Grace Meadows

Mon 1st May 2023 18:43

A beautiful pictorial and poetical presentation.

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Martin Elder

Mon 1st May 2023 17:15

I think that last line
I sleep away soundlessly
really rounds off the whole piece rather splendidly

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keith jeffries

Mon 1st May 2023 16:10

A poem which embraces those perennial joys of life which we still witness, yet it is in the penultimate line which caught my attention. "If only we had eyes to see". So often we are distracted from such joys by the irritating and pressing concerns of life but no longer have time nor inclination to absorb the wonder about us.
John, thank you for another poem which prompts us, the reader, to stir from our complacency or distrait manner to pay more attention to what we have had and still have. There is a lesson here. Thank you,

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