Yesterday’s Poetical Reflections

Welcome to Yesterday’s Poetical Reflections – a sub – series of my poetry directory in which l shall ‘reblog’ some of my previously published poetry.

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A One Day Maybe Philosophy

I have to concede, that it’s unavoidable to not think abstract,
thoughts at times on the pathway of ones’ life,
unusual feelings and emotions, those that are quirky and not exact,
the science, of where we are in this art ‘of being alive’,

I am none too old, yet l am neither too young anymore,
yet l am of the age where l have acquired ripened wisdom,
having seen much during my travels along many seashores,
and those that have caressed my thinking with every passing autumn,

My Mother once told me that l would find inner contentment,
yet did not explain how this could be achieved,
and when asked if she too had found her own peaceful convent,
her answer was blunt, ‘Sadly she had been deceived’,

Yet she found joy in her children, but not of anything else,
and that inner peace was created by a state of mind,
of understanding and acknowledging oneself,
and allowing life to teach you and this takes time,

Living alone now as l do, at times with ghostly companions,
and losing myself into fathomless philosophies,
trying to comprehend my direction in the depths of fountains,
of knowledge of who l am and my past histories,

Can at times, trial my weary soul, and strain my mind,
in the search for this inner contentment once touched upon,
by my mother, now oh so very long ago, yet not in time,
for despite my age l am none too old, yet neither too young,

And what is time, but the passing of just the seasons,
yearly, we see them come and go without much distress,
never thinking that in reality, that time is of no other reason,
except to serve us and at our disposal for us to possess,

Yet time does not belong to us, natures’ Mother owns it,
She allows us to enjoy the beauty of her possession,
and sees no consequence past the one day week,
which serve her to make up the on-going seasons,

Yet now at an age of neither too young nor too old,
and having walked away from life’s controversial fires,
can l honestly say, that l have not forgotten what l was told,
and that contentment and peace of heart is here in the Shires,

Where l live a life that resembles rural peasantry,
only occasionally missing the touch of skin upon skin,
from a loving partner, of whom l could share all the beauty,
and surroundings of where l am currently living,

Stepping away from the planet, and shunning society,
Is not for everyone, and many would perhaps be driven insane,
by the quietness of the at times bleak wintry,
seasons’, not thinking that time passes us quickly again,

And that before too long the Shires’ blossoms emerge,
displaying to those who know and understand our ways,
that mankind’s society is nothing but a blighted scourge,
and that Mothers’ nature is all we need in our weeks of the one days.

© Rory Matier 2010

Written when l lived in Lincolnshire, on the fens in a forty foot metal box, aka my home at the time – a caravan. I lived there 2009 – 2012 with my two dogs Scrappy and Dora. I worked horses as a part time stable manager, and sorted through the ins and outs, ups and downs of my life.

8 thoughts on “Yesterday’s Poetical Reflections

  1. This one feels more at peace. Were you at peace for a while, or trying to talk yourself into it?
    I thought there were very few “good” days during that time.

    1. By 2010, l was starting to come to terms with things … you know as hellish as those days were, the caravan was a nightmare but the landlords were worse. when they were on holiday however, l could find some kind of peace and relax – it is when they got back.

      When they were gone, l worked the horses, looked after their dogs, looked after my dogs and l could chill and search into myself without that much stress.

      1. I guess if it wasn’t freezing cold, or blistering hot, and the landlords were gone… the solitude and animals could be pleasant.
        I’m glad there were some pleasant days

    1. As l said to Angie, not ALL days were bad there ………. l think out of nearly 40 months l had 3 month of good days 🙂

      Not brilliant considering everything, but still 🙂

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