Who has tasted the delightful zest of freedom
To laugh in solitude and enjoy a minute of rapture
For no apparent reason
Only responding to your own choosing
And then enjoy another minute and then another minute
Til you can do nothing but declare in awe
That Life is beautiful
A world without second guessing, the present pressing a kiss
A breath bringing ecstasy by the simple awareness of existence
Standing in the design of power and compassion
As an architect of mansions of thought
Where you mind wine cellars of wisdom
Timing choice bottles for celebrations on landscaped intentions
The library of your peaceful musings opens out to a courtyard of life
Where you admire prize roses
Thorns and all
Who will play architect, gardener, master, artist, maestro
In houses of thoughts moving through and fro?
Mansion or hut
Make a stand
Built on rock
Or designed on sand
Copyright ©2005 J. R. Hollyday
Jnet, this poem reminds me so much of the meaning in the following lines:"All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time...Our todays and yeaterdays are the blocks with which we build...Let us do our work well, Both the unseen and the seen; Make the house where gods may dwell Beautiful,entire, and clean."
ReplyDelete"The Builders" by H.W.Longfellow.
We are free to think, to enjoy, to build mansions in our minds, if we truly have the desire to do so.
Your poem contains thoughts that could fill a book, but you have pressed them into a few beautiful lines. Excellent work, as always.
Lyle
Thank you Lyle for reading "mansions of thought".
ReplyDeleteI began writing it last week. I was feeling present to power and understanding the distinction it is from force.. force is not power and vice versa.. force is what I had been taught is imposed on people. Power wells from within....that is what I hope to communicate with "mansions of thought". thank you for reviewing, my favorite papa poet. Jeannette :)
Jeannette
ReplyDeleteWhat was clever in your poem was the use of power and compassion in the same sentence. That prevented any ambiguity. It was a very well written poem, Jeannette. Sleep well, my poetess daughter, Lyle
What great description of our mind and thoughts. Your vivid descriptions are excellent. I pick poems to read by their titles and yours stuck out...for a good reason! Great work, I enjoyed reading this.
ReplyDeletethis was brillant!
ReplyDeleteStanding in the design of
power and compassion
As an architect of
mansions of thought
Where you mind wine cellars
of wisdom
Timing choice bottles
for celebrations on
landscaped intentions
it totally filled my head with images...
I loved it Pamela
ALL I can say is wow, very good use of imagery. You have captured something very special here. And I can't wait to read more of your work. WTG
ReplyDeleteI loved your elegant and evocative use of imagery here and I particularly enjoyed the challenge implicit in your final stanza - to take charge of our own lives and make the most of the gifts with which we're blessed. Great writing.
ReplyDeletei love the imagery in this poem.. it relates...all to well...that we are the creator of our outcome..we can build, destroy, create, make new..
ReplyDeleteit's all within a power called freedom..
You are a deep one Ms. Hollyday.
ReplyDeleteRobert
I understand this poem to mean that we should take life for what it is, an experience, good, bad or indifferent depending on the time and /or circumstance. We should take each moment and live it to the utmost. The character of the moment depends on our attitude.
ReplyDeleteAm I even close?
A marvelous work, well done!
I am but a random visitor stumbling in through another link. And I see that you have terrific writings as well. Do I detect a mixture of style there? I am not properly trained, so pardon me.
ReplyDeleteWow, you are a lot of things rolled into one. How do you define an entrepreneur?
ReplyDeleteA mixture of styles would be like the last stanza of yours and the second last. Long and short. Pretty amazing. Usually, when I write, it's either all long, or short. But you did it very well! Perhaps the word "form" will do better in place of style. Style is the wrong word I guess.
I don't think I have a word to describe it? I don't like to stick to any particular style/form. But I have a weak spot for imagery.
This is a beautiful work of art. The last stanza especially. The Bible compares two, one who built on the rock and the other on the sand. Everyone whether they agree or not, are building their house somewhere. Thanks for sharing
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ReplyDeleteBULLSEYE!
Words cannot express what we build, that's why we have to build it, our mansion, our hut, our life.
ReplyDeleteYour words flow beautifully into my heart and remind me, that I am the builder of my presence. They remind me that I want to build dreams, now that I'm done building nightmares. They remind me that it's time to build on and finish my dream, so that I may live in
it.
Thank you.
hugs & kisses
Andri :o)
Between the past, the present, and the future, which one is the gift?
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andri...
ReplyDeletei am so happy to touch you! thank you for being part of the energy of my life that is a clearing for me to be my dream... self-expressed...
your conversation helps inspire my art... my life...
so my dear, andri...
promise to never forget me because I want to be a witness to your dreams coming true and a friend to cheer you on for the journey...
http://jnetsworld.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-raining-still.html
you've actually made it in my blog a few times... you have been an extrodinary friend.... being my hero in times of need... like car crisis..
my world feels safer because people like you are in it!
that's all for now...
much love,
jeannette