The Eye of the Spectrum

Tiny winged hearts flutter to the manic beat of a steel drum

As heat shuts the door opening a space for the cold to come

Holding mad mysteries close to the warmth they came from

It's the little things that are the big things in the eye of the spectrum

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One cell alights of love culminating in the moment you become

Child of the universe born uninhibited in a flurried willful tantrum

Discovers love in a sad strays eyes taking for herself but a crumb

It's the little things that are the big things in the eye of the spectrum

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Reaching into your memory drawer struggling to pull out a plum

Frail small mother bird, lost in the hallway's hollow conundrum

Recalls a tale of childhoods delight awakening you from numb

It's the little things that are the big things in the eye of the spectrum

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Keeper of the garden its creation rises benevolent beneath your thumb

Trees bow as you survey the landscape living simple pleasures sum

Day's end the flowers bloom in reverence, dad, as you quietly succumb

It's the little things that are the big things in the eye of the spectrum

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Introspection walks the grounds as a somber score beats a base drum

A tempest in the teapot keeps me warm enough forget about the rum

The days are getting colder now I hear the guitar nearing its final strum

It's the little things that are the big things in the eye of the spectrum

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AudreyHowitt 4 years ago from California

It's the little things that are the big things in the eye of the spectrum

There is a lot of truth in these words for me. This feels like a very personal write to me Amy---Best to you my dear--


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Audrey. You are right in assuming it is what's happening in my life now. I am glad that came through for you. I appreciate your kind wish to me. I've finally discovered there is peace in taking one day at a time, enjoying the little things today, because no one is guaranteed tomorrow.


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AudreyHowitt 4 years ago from California

I think I share that same viewpoint!


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

It seems, otherwise, the stress just sends one to an early grave.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States

I once read a book by a well known evangelist and in it it high lighted those words.."live one day at a time, as if it were our last one and with all the hope in your hear for tomorrow to come. Bless you my dear, and may your tomorrows be better and full of joy.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

How very kind of you, whonunuwho...thank you for those profound words. I have found them to be completely, utterly true. I know that I am not going through what is not inevitable for each and every one of us. The end of this summer feels more sad due to my mother's failing health. The departure of the hummingbirds this year hit me hard, as my mom plans on their arrival each year and nurtures them through the summer until their leaving in the Fall. This summer it was difficult for her to take care of the daily chore of the feeder. Before this year, I never understood why some people dreaded the end of summer. I was young, ready to move on and always felt there would be another summer. Now, I recognize the feeling as more than disliking the winter. It is symbolic for another season gone, the passage of time, and the inevitable process of aging and loss. It is the natural cycle, but it is sad, nonetheless.


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suzettenaples 4 years ago from Taos, NM

It's the little details that are the killers, that is for sure Amy. Wow, another very insightful poem well written. I enjoyed reading this. I think that is why I like living in Naples - no seasons to watch pass - it is always summer there, always sunny. It perks me up and I don't dwell on the passage of time. It is hard as parents age and are not as agile or "with it" as they once were. Thanks for another wonderful poem by Amy!


Jo_Goldsmith11 4 years ago

Beautiful as always Amy! Great song and reflection. Voted this up & shared. Wishing you well. :)


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Suzette. I think I'd miss the fall, winter and spring if I lived in FL. Normally, I love the changes with each season, but this year is different with my mom's health issues. It just feels sad. As always, Suzette, I appreciate your encouragement.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Jo, Thank you kindly for your words and good wishes. I'm glad you like this rather sad poem, my friend. Shalom


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drbj 4 years ago from south Florida

When your poetry focuses on sadness, dear Amy, it makes me feel bad,

But the fourth stanza I loved because it is a loving tribute to your Dad.


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Curiad 4 years ago from Lake Charles, LA.

The little things live within us and are eternal. We made of these little things and they are always there, reminding us of past times. The beauty of this, is that we can live these things over and over within ourselves. They are never far away.

I frequently find myself thinking of these things and feeling very lost and alone. I sensed that feeling here.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Oh, drbj, I am so glad you see that. That stanza felt different while I was writing it. Although my dad has been gone for nearly 10 years on Sept. 12th, he had worked in the yard all that day and had done the grocery shopping for my mom...just another normal day that my dad, as everyday, enjoyed. He had a massive bleed at his brainstem about 7 p.m. that night and died 24-hours later. He was tan, in good shape and enjoyed life until the very end. He was blessed. Of course, I miss him, but I am so glad he did not suffer. Please don't feel bad, drbj. Into every life there is some sadness. Many people, esp today, are living through terrible circumstances. I am indulging myself in the sadness we all suffer over the inevitability of aging, change and loss. I'll try to create something upbeat dedicated to you, my friend.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Mark, you are very intuitive, my friend. That feeling you describe of loneliness and being lost is exactly how I feel. Though I have a brother and sister, they live far away. Even if they lived next door, I am still coming from my own mind and emotions. We all experience similar emotions, but we process and express these feelings in our own way. That last sentence you wrote, Mark, tells me I am not alone...you understand and also feel this way. I sense we are kindred spirits. Thank you


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WillStarr 4 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

You have a style all your own, Amy!


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

I'll take that as a compliment, Will! LOL Thank you very much, my friend.


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billybuc 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

Well my dear Amy, I'm an alcoholic, and as such I have no choice but to live one day at a time; for me it's simply a matter of life or death. There is great wisdom in your words. I may die tomorrow but I'm going to wring every last ounce out of life that I can today.

Sending you a hug and oodles of friendship and respect,

bill


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WillStarr 4 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

"I'll take that as a compliment, Will!"

And that was my intent!


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Awww, thank you Bill. I'm with you on that one...every day is a gift that we can choose to enjoy or waste. I'm like my dad in that respect. He was never bored. He found great enjoyment in the simplest of life's pleasures; working in the yard, fixing something, enjoying mom's great cooking, finding a bargain at the grocery store. Mom said she noticed that he didn't eat much his last night and he seemed quieter the whole last week. Maybe he knew something was wrong. But, he didn't complain and kept on doing what he loved most until the very end. He had lapsed into a coma by the time the ambulance got him to the hospital. He opened his eyes when I got there, but couldn't speak and then appeared to fall asleep. I talked to him to let him know I was with him. He didn't seem in pain, for which I will be eternally grateful. He wasn't a church goer, found it hypocritical as he'd rather be out there helping someone who needed help, and I know God loved him, because he blessed him. I miss him fierce, but short of just going to sleep and not waking up, he died in quiet dignity, like he lived.

Thank you, Bill, for listening to me and loyally reading my work. My dad would have liked you.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Oh, Will, I know. I was just kidding with you. And, I only kid with you, because I like you. I appreciate your talent and your visits always.


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billybuc 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

That is a great compliment, Amy! I'm sure I would have liked your dad as well.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

You definitely would have liked him, Bill. He sounds a lot like your dad; hardworking, kind, smart and never too tired to help.


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epigramman 4 years ago

...well then Mister Buc of Billy - I must raise the ante and say I am truthfully an 'Amyholic' - I can't go one day - did ya hear me Mister B - that is one day without having my jaw drop on my feet while reading this lady's writing - sincerely Mister B have you ever read anything like it - I would think not! Amy writes like the 5th wind especially created for her and if anyone writes quite like this- then it must be some beautiful genius in a parallel universe - lucky girl , to be compared with the Amy that we all know, love and admire ....... lake erie time 11:04pm


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Oh, Mister C, your comments always make my jaw drop, my eyes pop, my brain flurry and my heart flutter. Yes, even your comments are works of art. If I ever get my act together and compose a book of poetry, promise me you'll write a review for me or at least let me use any one of the beautiful masterpieces you've already gifted me with? Just the "alias" epigrammanisms alone are priceless! Shine on, you crazy diamond, because even the refracted light you cast makes me glow. Thank you, Colin.


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The Frog Prince 4 years ago from Arlington, TX

I had to read this a several times to grasp the complxity of where you went with it. Superbly done Amy.

TFP


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Frog Prince, I am honored that you gave this piece several reads. I believe it is the sign of great intellect to have the curiosity to decipher meaning in someone's elses ideas. And saying so, is proof of a truly honest, good man. Thank you, Jim.


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breakfastpop 4 years ago

You aways give me pause to ponder or weep. Both roads are important and you are so, so talented.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Pop, You just said exactly how I feel about you, much better than I could say. You sound like a poet, Pop. Thank you. I love you, my friend.


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BlossomSB 4 years ago from Victoria, Australia

So well said and however did you manage with all those amazing rhymes! It must have taken you ages to write as the thought is so involved as well.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Blossom, for your kind comment. Actually, it only took me a short time. If I have a strong idea in mind, it's not a struggle. I always look forward to and enjoy your visits.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States

Perhaps the passage of the beloved seasons, in some way is meant to prepare us each for life, as we go through the seasons of them each, from birth to the passing away of our own life's sweet flower.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Beautiful but sad truth, whonunuwho. I couldn't have said it more perfectly. Thank you so much.


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Genna East 4 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

This reminds me of how we age with the passing of seasons. Introspection does make large those things we may have once thought unimportant, or continue to miss today so dearly. Those tiny moments that were, and are, amazing. When we feel lost, at times we see those memories flash by and wish we could revisit them longer. Or, carry them with us, safely wrapped around us like a warm blanket. It is the heart the captures them. Even in the saddest of times, how blessed we are to have this heart; for nothing can take this away. Up and much more, Amy.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Your words describe exactly what I've found as I grow older, Genna. Especially this year as my mother's health has declined. I look at the yard I grew up in and see that even the trees are showing the years. I remember helping my dad plant some of those trees. But, the most difficult memories are those of my mom; remembering her in her prime; gorgeous, spirited and independent and seeing dramatic changes this year with dementia that leaves her confused, struggling and afraid. Yet, there are still those times where we reminisce and laugh, too, and it is wonderful. And, as grateful as I am for those times, I am just as sad that this is happening to her. But, we have no choice other than accepting our morality and enjoying every moment that we have. Bless you, Genna.


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Genna East 4 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

I understand, Amy. My best wishes and prayers go to your mom, and to you. Always.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Genna. I appreciate your kindness and best wishes. You are a wonderful friend.


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always exploring 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

This is another beautiful piece, a winding down in a sense, aging and enjoying life more. I find that i enjoy the small things much more than i used to, like the birds and the Squirrel who lives in my back yard. Thank's Amy..Loved it...


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

I'm with you, Ruby. Watching the news everyday makes me appreciative and so grateful for the beauty right in my own backyard. Even those greedy bluejays learn that they must live with all the other birds that share the feeder. I learn and enjoy many laughs from observing nature. Thank you, my friend.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and awesome. Love your style great poem. Passing it on and yes, the little things turn out to be the big things...


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Gypsy. Love your style, too. I always feel so much better after reading everything you write.


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George J Hardy 4 years ago from Southern New Jersey

pesky little things they are, a conundrum; well stated !


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, George! I appreciate your visit.


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CrazedNovelist 4 years ago from Hampton, GA

Good piece of writing, Amy! Always Awesome! ;)


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Aubrey. Love your visits and awesome comments, my friend.

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