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Poems: The Shifting of Tides

Updated on August 6, 2012
Happiness is not a matter of events; it depends upon the tides of the mind. Alice Meynell
Happiness is not a matter of events; it depends upon the tides of the mind. Alice Meynell

Life is a Journey not a Destination

Like any journey, you may encounter all kinds of roads, bumpy, dirt, one-way, two-way, dotted with waterways, or even a dead end. And on this life path, you will meet up with all kinds of people who will challenge you in ways you cannot imagine, shaping you into the person you are meant to be. Hard as it is, we are forced to embrace the process of change and the shedding of the once familiar.

So, travel with me through the wreckage, through the ebbs and flows that profile a life in transition.

Tides and Redirection

Like harvested rainwater, our love, once a rich and inviting estuary has now been channeled into storage, fragile, stagnate, inchoate.

Ah, my heart wails, longing for powerful currents to return, releasing me from this tormented exile.

Gentle muse and inspiration of my life, I beseech you to come back home, this, my encomium and invitation to reenter the flow of life again, to me and with me, feverishly exploring all that is in front of us, painting newer and broader brushstrokes across the vastness---the bodies of water formerly traveled.

We mustn't settle into such stillness or yield to an ambivalent state. This will only serve to erode our precious love; instead, let me steward you back, take your hand in mine, and together we will ride the tides back to connubial bliss.

Robin Grosswirth

The Sea of Tears
The Sea of Tears

Loss

Once the greatest love of my life, an energy that happily filled every fiber of my being, has now eroded into something that is grossly unfamiliar, ominous, cruel, drowning in its own rotted excrement.

Passion has been replaced by cold indifference and the rhythm that once united two genuine souls has been extinguished. The period of morning appears to be endless as the disintegrating energy torturously dissipates into the universe like the suffocating last breaths of a passing soul.

And the once robust and succulent life force is now in a state of devolution, blackened morbidity, slowly decomposing and shedding itself into unrecognizable toxic particles until it will reach its final stage, leaving nothing good behind to salvage, not even the beautiful and once ebullient byproduct of its tantric union.....

Robin Grosswirth

Follow the Yellow Brick Road
Follow the Yellow Brick Road

Casting Off

I cast my troubles out on to the carpeted fields, its fertile beds and blossoms beckon me home to heal.

I am surrounded by the sounds of nature, the enchanting bellows of the honeybees as they descend from the sky above and nestle into the lush blooms, sucking fervently at the reservoir of sweet nectar within. Oh, the monarch wins my total adoration as it joyously serenades each vibrant petal with its captivating primal dance, a symphony worthy of praise and akin to a great master.

Ah, I am at home here in my garden amongst the fertile forms of life that nurture me and inspire me to grow along with them, removing each of my casings, layer by layer, revealing the naked innocence that has been buried, lying dormant all these barren years.

Robin Grosswirth

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    sweethearts2 4 years ago from Northwest Indiana

    Your writing is very emotional and expressive. Awakened by change, passage into mourning and then healing. Beautifully done. Thanks for sharing a testomony of surviving. Voted up

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    Robin Grosswirth 4 years ago from New York

    Thank you so very much for the insightful commentary, but most of all, the time it takes to stop by and read my work. I am humbled by your interest. Again, thanks.

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    Sueswan 4 years ago

    Hi Robin,

    "We mustn't settle into such stillness or yield to an ambivalent state. This will only serve to erode our precious love; instead, let me steward you back, take your hand in mine, and together we will ride the tides back to connubial bliss."

    Your writing is beautiful and inspirational.

    I look forward to reading more of your hubs.

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    Robin Grosswirth 4 years ago from New York

    I am so very humbled by your review. Thank you for taking the time to read with interest and to underscore the parts you enjoyed.

    I am off to read more from you and others. So many wonderful and prolific writers here.

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    50 Caliber 4 years ago from Arizona

    Hi Robin,

    back again Hoping for a smile or something to take my mind away from where it traveled with the lost Puppy's that we share, but I found familiar verse to places I have been in my conscious deterioration to toxic waste, I did come back, it was the only answer of two, having seen the other I didn't much care for it so I chose the path of enlightenment into what it was I really am, and I'm the master of my existence that gets put to the test occasionally, once a week or so ago and triumphant, indeed I cast off the troubles and forged a head and played like a child on these pages, cost me a couple of points but I cannot eat or spend them, so I throw them out and enjoy myself. I took liberty to invite my friends to come to your house and read your wares, I'll extend a couple for you to visit and join the gang hopefully bolstering your readership, as like them you are of your own and as a salty old guy that would deny poetry as a pass time, I'm starting to learn that like Classical Guitar it is a good as the Orchestra and bottle of wine in the grass on a cool summers eve,

    Peace and Blessings,

    dust

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    Robin Grosswirth 4 years ago from New York

    I can't thank you enough for your input and sage wisdom. I will click on the links you sent today and get back to you on it.

    I hope to grow as I endeavor to read through the many meditations on this lovely site.

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    Audrey Howitt 4 years ago from California

    Emotionally open and expressive--so beautifully done!

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    Robin Grosswirth 4 years ago from New York

    AudreyHowitt Thank you for this read and the voyeur read, and for the positive commentaries.

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    rOBERT hEWETT SR. 4 years ago from Louisville, Kentucky

    Beautifully said Robin and it reminds me of my poem HERE COMES THE RIVER which is posted on my hubpage. We need to be aware of our surroundings and learn from our experiences. Change is constant in our lives. Wishing you many happy times here on hubpages and in your daily life.

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    Robin Grosswirth 4 years ago from New York

    Roberthewettsr Thank you so much! Sometimes the lessons could have been delivered in a less painful way. Kindness is the best teacher, not punishment. Punishment spawns bad things.

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