Monday, May 8, 2017

The Spring to Grover Bird Watches 
Lovers watch their spring  
Grover goes bird watching 


The Spring (Shakespearean sonnet) 

It sang of memories as lovers played
This spring which brings sweet music to their heart
And wanders from where kisses have their start
Of lovers once found dancing in the glade
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Each hope fulfilled in dreams beside the spring
As lover watched imagination drift
Here safely far away from raging rift
Where even love has not learned how to sting
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Here by the spring mere time still saunters by
For other dawns await to greet their sun
While other tales await to be unspun
A lasting sip before eyes wonder why
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One day two lovers resting by the tide
Still see the spring they carry deep inside 


The eternal spring flows on as two more lovers are caught in its currents in this Shakespearean sonnet. The sonnet describes a magic spring. It isn't until the very end (the rhyming couplet) that we discover the spring's course. Also note: the spring is mentioned in every stanza. This was to signify that the spring is ever present.

The spring was very much alive in Arlene and me. It took on a new course during our parenting years. It was my fault and my idea. Though we were encouraged to take a little time for ourselves by Arlene's mother and Arlene's brother and his wife, I felt we should be with our children until they were grown up. I felt we should postpone Arlene and Martin in favor of the Kloess family. The time came. The kids had grown up. This "genius" had a "great" idea. In our early teenage courting years Arlene and I used to enjoy and go to the classic more (the opera. symphonies, ballets and such). So, I was convinced we revisit those magic years. I got tickets for Phillip Glass's opera "Satyagraha" and reservations at Lehr's Steak House. A big step up from Doggie Diner, where those teenagers ate (now gone). Before we went out, Arlene put on a fashion show of some of the old outfits she saved. She hadn't changed (in a lover's eye's). The evening went smoothly. But smoothly was the best that could describe it. The opera and Lehr's were great, but there was something incomplete. Before heading home Arlene wanted to go out dancing. She had heard about a new salsa dance club, the Cafe Cocomo. So off we went. The Cafe Cocomo (now closed) was an indoor, outdoor dance club. With Arlene in my arms the evening's purpose was complete. The past was great, but here comes tomorrow.

We have all heard that we shouldn't dwell in our memories. For many, memories are all they have. How important it is in life to make great memories. Great to us. Great to our heart, our soul. our being. For some, one grand dream is all they can expect, all they need. Imagine one event that is the purpose of a life. It is possible. It does happen. Then there is the future, to test the value of that event. The temptations. The lies. Then there is the many who should go on to make more memories or to find or to create that moment(s). How will we know that we have fulfilled our purpose? I believe the answer is with us all. Now here is the great riddle: There are so many wonders in this world. We are only here once. We were not meant to do nothing, even if we have accomplished our dream(s). The answer to the riddle is different for every individual. We are the greatest wonder of all. Memories are stepping stones for the future. And most importantly, Enjoy.


Ever see the spring waters: Sergei Rachmaninov "Spring Waters" 



Now for some bird watching 


Twitchers are committed bird-watchers who travel long distances to see a new species just to add a species their "lifelist", "year list" or other lists. The latest to join the long and respected list of twitchers is Sesame Street's Grover. 
Let's join Grover as he discovers a new species of bird. "Sesame Street: Grover Bird Watches" 


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32 comments:

  1. Memories sure are building blocks, even the crappy ones, as they teach. Always a lesson to be learned if we look.

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    1. Thank you. This is a well stated point which we should consider.

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  2. Such a magical and rich poem

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    1. Thank you for your gracious words.
      Appreciate you stopping by.

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      Thank you for the visit.

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  4. Memories, like love and laughter, are great foundations.

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    1. Thank you for sharing this lovely thought.

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  5. This is so true. The best moments of our lives and relationships are always with us, sometimes sitting way deep or dancing on our eyes and skins. And when the time is right, they bloom... and we with them. :-)

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    1. Sound like touched a moment.
      Thank you for expressing it here.

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  6. I agree memories will always be with you. One can't take away memories.
    Lovely poem.

    Yvonne.

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    1. Thank you for these comforting thoughts.
      Appreciate the compliment.

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  7. What a sweet, romantic poem. I'm glad you have such wonderful memories.

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    1. Appreciate your gracious words.
      Than you

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  8. I enjoyed the perfect meter and rhyme in your sonnet.

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    1. Thank you for your feelings.
      Appreciate the visit

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  9. A most gorgeously penned sonnet, especially love; "Here by the spring mere time still saunters by. For other dawns await to greet their sun. While other tales await to be unspun. A lasting sip before eyes wonder why."

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    1. You are most kind.
      Thank you for making a moment for me.

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  10. One day two lovers resting by the tide
    Still see the spring they carry deep inside

    How wonderful to share moments together reminiscing of Springs of old. Memories linger on never fading on the strength of the bond of the two young hearts. You rekindled lots of those moments here Martin!

    Hank

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    1. Thank you, Hank.
      You are so right about memories. They tend to get sweeter for a positive soul.

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  11. Martin I'm not sure if I enjoy your poems more or your stories. I had a conversation today on the value of vacations no matter how small. Day outings and vacations create magic and memories. Life is about moments and memories. I wish everyone could experience joy and magic in life.

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    1. I give it to you one step further. It is the person which makes grand moments.
      Thank you for making me feel good. Spread and enjoy your magic...

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  12. you are so lucky to spent so many years with your loved one lady and made so many incredible memories.
    Beautiful poetry really,
    i too believe in eternal spring which has no autumn to bother.

    i agree with you that we all should be careful to make memories ,they must be to be proud of not to be regret for

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    1. Nice to see you. Hope all is well.
      Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
      Let's make more memories...

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  13. I enjoyed your lovely sonnet, and also the back story and your sharing of the wisdom you learned.

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    1. Thank you. It makes me feel good knowing you enjoyed.

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  14. Our children do not always live with us for long and it's a time to treasure.
    Wonderful memories you have and tell us :)

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    1. I so agree. I.m sure you have a treasure trove of memories.
      Thank you for your warm input.

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