was a time
when I thrived
among men
and machines
of free enterprise
traveling continents
backing development
building new industries
giving to laboring poor
paths to middle class stature
I did my job well
with great pride of success
until time and debility
turned me for home
and the tools of my trade
knack for numbers
a nose for the telltale of risk
became specimens
artifact memories
sconced in museums of mind
now I write in seclusion
removed from the fight
for the wheel and the deal
I create with new tradecraft
arrangements of words
molding metaphors
fabricate stanzas erect
upon pages of commerce
exchanging new coin of this
notional literate realm
“My life has been the poem I would have writ
But I could not both live and utter it”
– Henry David Thoreau
A noble calling, to “write in seclusion” what the heart does fancy.
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I feel blessed with the opportunity to do so
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I have just recently placed my attention on exploring writing and photography. It has dramatically enhanced my life. I feel blessed also.
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Only you I think could pen an autobiography in 140 or so magnificent words. Moreover this poem captures a host of emotions for the reader to savour.
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that is more than I ever could hope for
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always well crafted too!
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much appreciated
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Melancholic . . .
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sigh…
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“My life has been the poem I would have written, but I could not both live and utter it”. I love the quote and the poem.
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thanks kindly
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It is a blessing that your experience has led to these words of yours and I am glad you have had the time to both live and write. Perhaps it has not found you as blessed as the rest of us but know we are blessed.
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I do feel blessed – and remain amazed by it
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I am so glad! Your poetry has inspired me many times.
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a coin of great value and like no other – a rare coin indeed
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much appreciated, edwin
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The quote just makes me think of so many areas of life I have lived. The ability to change and create or reinvent what you’re is great. I wonder at where my path will end and if I can claim the same so eloquently.
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clearly, Thoreau’s quote had a similar affect on me
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Well written. What is life but a collection of “artifact memories”
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well said
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Though you write in seclusion your work is read by so many, far and wide! You are still able to have a great affect on people’s lives 🙂
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oh my – it’s hard to imagine my words having any impact
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Everything makes an impact, and (judging by the comments you receive) your work makes a good impact.
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I would miss your poetry and pictures if you still were plying worldly trades. ❤
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all things considered, I wouldn’t go back – but I wish I still had the choice
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God bless your utterances, Paul. A gift from the heart for poetry.
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thanks dearly, Anne-Marie
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