week 142 ~ she said when we are young we love
she said when we are young we love
as we grow older it seems we’ve
forgotten how we could believe
in grace placing our heads above
our hearts the great tragedy of
wisdom oh would that I could fall
again without fear hearing all
the muses sing triumphantly
still sure that fortune will foil the
scattering winds of betrayal
Celebrating a Year 
Another beautiful sentiment said well! I like your style!
charlesmashburn
June 30, 2011 at 12:11 pm
thanks, Charles.
mairmusic
June 30, 2011 at 9:05 pm
real,
follow the flow and everything shall be cool.
Happy Rally.
Jingle
June 30, 2011 at 1:24 pm
Thanks, Jingle.
mairmusic
June 30, 2011 at 8:51 pm
This was breath taking..especially with the image striking each word in a different shade…the last two lines, however, hit me hard with reality!! And the best part that I really liked the way the rhythm, flow, and feel moves on is in ‘…the great tragedy of wisdom oh would that I could fall again without fear hearing all the muses sing triumphantly…’ Hope you recuperating soon! Take care..
Fiducia
June 30, 2011 at 2:10 pm
Ah, wow– thanks! I m really happy w/ this decima– it holds a message and a mystery.
mairmusic
June 30, 2011 at 8:50 pm
The poem seems so reflective of what youth had and what old age takes away….enjoyed it much.
slpmartin
June 30, 2011 at 4:24 pm
Thanks, Charles. I think part of us will always miss the spontaneity of those days.
mairmusic
June 30, 2011 at 8:47 pm
but as we grow even older still the winds of hope take hold and give us a new sail
luna15
June 30, 2011 at 4:41 pm
A lovely thought– I will hope to catch a glimpse of your sail.
mairmusic
June 30, 2011 at 8:45 pm
Another musical poem, Marilyn. Sweet photo with your crutch to remind you of these days later on. Blessings to you…
Carol Ann Hoel
June 30, 2011 at 5:00 pm
Yes, thanks Carol, I am trying to own the moments as they pass.
mairmusic
June 30, 2011 at 8:44 pm
beautiful sentiments.. love id.. Here is my Rally Post, ? will my life be colourful ?
Someone is Special
Someone is Special
July 1, 2011 at 7:57 am
Thanks for reading.
mairmusic
July 2, 2011 at 8:56 am
Loved the flow and tis such a truism in the words
A.B. Thomas
July 1, 2011 at 10:44 am
yes, alas, sigh…
mairmusic
July 2, 2011 at 8:35 am
I read this decima yesterday and it stuck in my mind throughout the day, especially the final lines. Your photograph goes beautifully with your words and your lovely smile.
Kate Parker
July 1, 2011 at 4:22 pm
Thanks, Kate– the beauty and sorrow of love are always subjects of poetry, but the ability to suspend disbelief is fleeting and that interests me.
mairmusic
July 2, 2011 at 8:32 am
This is… wow. very musical. I like this.
Classic NYer
July 1, 2011 at 5:12 pm
Thanks, I love that aspect of writing w/ the poetic forms.
mairmusic
July 2, 2011 at 8:22 am
really nice
such crucial thought
lionezz
July 2, 2011 at 8:50 am
Thank for visiting.
mairmusic
July 2, 2011 at 9:02 am
I love the picture of you look so vibrant and alive. Such an beautiful poem and so true sadly we do seem to favor head over heart all too often
mindlovemisery
July 3, 2011 at 3:02 am
caution is learned from misfortune, and so inevitable as we grow older. we fear falling, even if it is in love.
mairmusic
July 3, 2011 at 10:47 am
just loved the poem marilynn and have posted a comment on it a few days back, guess it disappeared. its really not funny!!
we never love with the intensity and purity of a child again.
Sharmishtha
July 3, 2011 at 3:42 am
or the fearlessness we have in our 20s. Sorry your comments didn’t get through but thanks for persevering!
mairmusic
July 3, 2011 at 10:46 am
..oh would that I could fall
again without fear hearing all
the muses sing… yep – we should live much more fearlessly..and follow our hearts
…wait..i think i hear the muses sing….great poem
Claudia
July 6, 2011 at 1:50 pm
And I do hope the muses sing for you!
mairmusic
July 6, 2011 at 8:50 pm
ah yes it is hard to fall in the face of those winds…as we grown older…smiles.
brian
July 6, 2011 at 3:00 pm
Caution is so hard to unlearn. Thanks for the visit!
mairmusic
July 6, 2011 at 8:46 pm
Awesome awesome awesome!! I think the key to unadulterated joy and bliss is that childlike innocence and that curiosity and adamant fearlessness that only children can have..
aaahhh… why are we adults so foolish at time, I wonder…
A beautiful and inspiring poem!
Kavita
July 6, 2011 at 5:38 pm
Thanks, Kavita– nice to have you here again!
mairmusic
July 6, 2011 at 8:43 pm
Haven’t been around in a while…so glad to be here now…thank you for sharing your words..and poetic style!
Annie
Lovely Annie
July 7, 2011 at 9:36 am
nice to have you back!
mairmusic
July 7, 2011 at 11:07 am
Ah, youth and old age. Both are better than the crazy middle years.
Jamie Dedes
July 27, 2011 at 1:47 pm
They really are– when will we finally be able to chill out?
mairmusic
July 27, 2011 at 6:57 pm