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Life is an infinite continuum, feeding on its own death. Our mortality, real and imagined, lives within. We can always see these truths with a discerning eye. The mirrored images that seem like two, are but one, a parallel universe whose paths cross like a wisp of wind, we are all of one time, like prose and poems written in separate centuries, but of the same struggle. There, always there, truth never hides, except for those who don’t seek it  for fear of what they might find. From light to dark we fly in different directions though toward the same destination. What matters is what we do on our flight. Do we see the paths of leaves as they float on the pond, the reflection of the sky beyond, and the trees, who have now shed their leaves but will reflect full in the spring; beneath the leaves, the roots of the lily pads  and the stare of a wary carp who looks from his world as we do from ours? We must find time on our journey to read, play a game, or simply sit and wonder at the marvels around us, for death will come in its own time…

A Teen's Musings JGM

Blog Posted:4/2/2014 8:50:00 AM

I know, dear heart, that some day I shall find you
Alone, and in the evening shade of trees:
Twilight, and hills, and quietness behind you
-- A scent I shall remember in the breeze…

Always you come, a precious ghost, to haunt
The days, the nights: - in sudden, waking dreams
I find your face; you smile, you beckon; - flaunt
Your lovely self before my eyes; it seems.

To love is pain! But … did you really care?
Have you forgotten? – Is it all in vain
To breathe out sonnets to the midnight air,
To long to touch your hands, your lips again?

And yet, I know that someday I shall find you
Alone, and in the evening shade of trees;
Twilight, and hills, and quietness behind you -
A scent I shall remember in the breeze …

(And a couple thoughts from him at 16 about this world)

What Agony of Beauty! – How the sad
Long look of moonlight troubles all this place!
A sweetness fills my head, until
The mind is swamped with fullness of the soul …
How will this beauty, at the time of death
Come sweeping back, come flooding over me!
How will this quiet hour in after years
Engulf the mind that once beheld its form!
What more could man desire?
- Quite and Peace,
You I would have flow over me like water
As some cool wave upon a sun-dried sand –
Here is a soothing rest for the troubled mind
In evening’s coolness, fingers of the wind …
For here, in this freshening hour of breeze and night-birds
Here is the source of constant sanity.
We who spent years in offices and cars,
Who though the slaves of Time can yet sustain
The balance of our twisted nerves and notions
As a heated lover –
               Hearing the song of a bird
Is still, - hears too, perhaps, though undefined
The haunting drift of death in somber wind …
How many generations loved this place.
And passing, left to us this privilege?
So we have come, continuing in their stead
Inherit the spirit and phrase of ancient sagas
Hearing , perhaps, in the whisperings of leaves
Tales that our fathers told when they were here
Feeling, perhaps, at evening in this place
Loves of the morning that they knew
Here where the valley is filled with voices and pine winds …

A Prayer (16)

Some evening, when I’m sitting out alone
Watching, perhaps, a cloud across the sky,
I’ll feel as if a strange cool wind has blown,
And suddenly I’ll know that I am to die;

Then I’ll remember how we stood together,
And laughed, and kissed the lovely sun to bed;
And how we talked of death among the heather,
And wondered gaily at the ancient dead …

When breath comes short, and tears come all in vain,
And in the silence I must realize
That I shall never laugh, nor love again,
May I find, leaning over me, - your eyes.

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  1. Date: 4/3/2014 1:03:00 PM
    I am trying to recall what poems I wrote when I was 16, 17 and sighs and haha, a far cry from what you have shared here -- I also read your other blog, Craig-- sure am intrigued who JGM is. Thanks for sharing these wonderfully written poems from such young and deep writers.

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    cornish Avatar craig cornish Date: 4/3/2014 2:43:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    John Magee, the "Pilot Poet" who wrote High Flight--died at 19 in England when his spitfire collided with another. Google it, it bears reading again.
  1. Date: 4/3/2014 10:53:00 AM
    a teener with an old soul, craig.. such depth and flow!.. nice one!.. huggs

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  1. Date: 4/3/2014 1:16:00 AM
    Ow..Its seems that this teenager have tasted so much of the real world already .Tnks for sharing such beauties Craig.

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  1. Date: 4/2/2014 10:23:00 PM
    This poetry just gets all the more beautiful as he grows. I am wondering if he perhaps had a terminal illness, since it seems that he knew death would find him early.... very beautiful poetry. Thanks for sharing it, Craig. love and hugs, Catie :)

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  1. Date: 4/2/2014 6:41:00 PM
    three incredible pieces, especially that second one; if I didn't know the poet's age I would think someone older had written them...penned by a beautiful soul, too beautiful for this world, perhaps...

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    cornish Avatar craig cornish Date: 4/2/2014 9:51:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Charlotte, There is much more than this--I'll have to share with you because I don't think it's on the net.
  1. Date: 4/2/2014 3:40:00 PM
    Good Blog, I have to come back and read it from my computer. My phones, has a very fast scroll touch. LOL... I think it's related to me... high of energy... ... By the way, I like your new mantra... It will do us good to follow it... hugs.. Linda

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    cornish Avatar craig cornish Date: 4/2/2014 3:57:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Linda, we are after all one small dysfunctional family--we poets, so in the long run we should stick together a little more (listen to me ) LOL
  1. Date: 4/2/2014 2:42:00 PM
    You somehow get the sense that he knew of his impending death, and as if he had to put into writing his emotional journey of acceptance and peace with what was to come. We can learn from the voices of youth that has not been tarnished yet by total disillusion or apathy. Thanks for sharing these amazing poems.

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    cornish Avatar craig cornish Date: 4/2/2014 3:55:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Carrie, I will ad one more to this for now that he wrote at 17 that will further make your point
  1. Date: 4/2/2014 2:15:00 PM
    I remember .... JGM the poet-pilot, one and the same?

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    cornish Avatar craig cornish Date: 4/2/2014 3:49:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    He spoke of death so often that it was almost preordained and rather chilling, yet in its reading it's strange because his writings are not overtly religious yet they hint at eternity and his thoughts about it are peaceful almost to the point of unease as we think of our own children.
    Aechtner Avatar Chris D. Aechtner Date: 4/2/2014 2:40:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    He was so intuitive ..... a natural-born poet. Some are poets before they even learn to read and write. No, I didn't notice the blog. I spent a bit of time away .... looks as if I missed a few brawls lol.
    cornish Avatar craig cornish Date: 4/2/2014 2:38:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    sorry--bait and yours
    cornish Avatar craig cornish Date: 4/2/2014 2:28:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Ain't much that gets by you Christopher! LOL--BTW Did you notice the "bate" blog tossed out for your truly--but I have a new mantra "Never argue with idiots, they'll just drag you down and beat you with experience"!
  1. Date: 4/2/2014 11:02:00 AM
    OH...MY....GOODNESSSSSSS...Craig...this is....beyond....romantically amazing and beautiful....Do you have this on your wall as well? How else will I fav it if you don't??? What a scrumptious delight!

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    Manassian Avatar Eileen Manassian Date: 4/2/2014 12:02:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry sad. :( Oh.....I read the continuation. It is delightful...Yes, God knows best....sometimes shooting stars leaving the most wonderful trails in our hearts.
    cornish Avatar craig cornish Date: 4/2/2014 11:17:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    No, I have more by him Eileen. Perhaps my favorite poet though he died a teenager and not telling right now. Classically trained in the finest prep schools and with a gift from God perhaps knowing he would not live til 20.
  1. Date: 4/2/2014 9:23:00 AM
    Who is JGM? This is a very beautiful poem, but I do agree with Flo, that this does not seem to come from the experience of a teenager. Although, perhaps he/she is just emotionally mature for his/her age. Very beautiful poem. hugs, Catie :)

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    cornish Avatar craig cornish Date: 4/2/2014 10:44:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    No names yet Catie, later--he was 17 when he wrote this.
  1. Date: 4/2/2014 8:56:00 AM
    This does not seem the mind of a young one. This is one that I would not feel should be taken apart format wise and critiqued; it should be appreciated for the beauty that it is.

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    cornish Avatar craig cornish Date: 4/2/2014 10:43:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Pretty amazing for a 17 year old--I will post more. Oh no, you're right, this should not be touched.

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