I am
majestic oak’s cool shade,
the sweltering heat in summer’s glade.
I am
the homeless man you passed,
the rich one who gave of his last.
I am
the flowering cherry tree,
the dandelion’s seed set free.
I am
the widow, fearful and alone,
the youth, whose life has just begun.
I am
the rainfall and the earth,
the sun and wind and blazing hearth.
I am
the saint and seeker, lost,
all those confused, in myst’ry tossed.
I am
the darkest new moon night
and morning’s gentle kiss of light.
You’ll find
at last when life is done,
when shadows lift, we are but one.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where we are invited to use repetition in our poetry.
Good use of both repetition and juxtaposition throughout this eloquent poem.
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What a splendid summary of what life can be.. and that end were we are are but one.. definitely a circle of life sentiment in your lines.. I love the repeated line.. it was very effective in painting different lives in juxtaposition to each other…
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Beautiful, Victoria – love the images of nature set against those of human nature – wonderful final thought too – K
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Lovely piece Victoria!
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So full, personal and true in EVERY syllable. I am, you are, we are, all, then, now, evermore.
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“I am” is gentle and unrelenting. Such a paradox.
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beautiful poem victoria..we all are one ..amen to that..:)
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Beautiful fluid lines – lines that reveal the beauty and the linkages of life, of man to nature and man to man.
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Exquisite, Victoria! Tied together so lovingly. I am awed by this. Thank you!
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How lovely! I particularly like the third couplet, Victoria.
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Know thyself! You are a lovely person, which shines through this poem.
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what a beautiful thought to feel the oneness with the universe…
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You are all that in a wonderful river of meanings 🙂
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Beautiful, Victoria, especially “I am rainfall and earth” and, at the end, how we are all one. Loved this. And yes, Glenn’s comment is a poem of its own. Wow.
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Very nice, good feelings. I love a twist at the end…
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I admire the different facets…yet at the end, we are one ~ Lovely work Victoria ~
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Love how the identity is been shaped with each stanza.
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Oh yes, we are all so intricately connected. Your deceptively simple repetition of ‘I am’ works so very well. If only we would all remember how close all of nature is, in the end.
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we are you… great end; love the flow of this as well, the repetition isn’t too hard-hitting, but it has a subtle power – which is lovely
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we are *one. (typing too fast; smiles)
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Such a beautiful flow to this and I love the ending.
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I hear the echoes of Whitman here, and the gentle teachings within the incense of temples, the whoosh of hawks diving down, the metallic clunk of a tank’s treads, the bawling of refugee children, hungry & scared, the nubile lasses in the back seats of Buicks, saying yes, saying no, the creak of cowhand tack, the gears setting loose fishing nets–and so much more each time I re-read this poem; loved it.
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Wow, Glenn. Your comment is more poetic than my poem. And the first car I drove as a teen was a ’55 Yellow Buick. Ha!
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Victoria, an interesting development of identity of who we all are in the end. Each other. >KB
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I agree that we absorb part of the people we come across and we connect to them. I like your use of the repetition.
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So very true, Victoria. We are all connected, whatever and whoever and wherever we are.
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Wonderful. I love the twist at the end, right when we’re expecting another “I am.” These types of poems are fun to write.
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so true… there are so many shades and facettes of so many different things in each of us… love all the images victoria…. the dandelion’s seed set free…. was my fav because of its possibility to spark growth and beauty and the gentle wildness that its doing it with…
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nice….the I am plays nicely several ways…you own identity but it has spiritual connotations as well…i like the change in the last as well…and that we might one day realize we are one…smiles.
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Fabulous, Victoria. The rhythm and rhyme flow as smooth as silk here.
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