Connie Marcum Wong Poet Free verse

A Vagabond Poet

I live the life of a vagabond poet
    now approaching my winter years.
         A time for reflection
               through introspection 
 of my true heart's desires.
     A time when challenges 
         maraud my mind's coherency 
through listless lamentations
     of evasive lexicon...slipping away.
           Do I mourn now or deny?

 Questions that I ask myself 
     in solitude of quiet moments
         as I accept that change is inevitable 
             and necessary to evolve. 
 I vaticinate virtues of future endeavors 
     that may bring comfort to family  
         after my spirit leaves this earthly body.
 Winsome words wend their way
      through cobwebs veiling twilight times.
 
8-13-18

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Valsa George August 16, 2022 at 8:44 PM "Cobwebs veiling twilight times''.... How true when we speak of the autumn of our life. As we are nearing our winter years, let us focus on bringing cheer to others and comfort to our family. Such noble thoughts, Connie. May you be blessed to have your heart's wish fulfilled ! Lovely penning, dear friend.....

Kurt Ravidas May 8, 2019 at 4:15 AM Deep words of a true poet. I do belive that the inspiration of such good poets like you, Connie, doesn't depend on seasons and times)

Vladislav Raven November 6, 2018 at 5:38 PM Hi Connie, much belated congratulations on your win, much deserved with this deep and powerfully written poetic gem. You have used the full scope of the free verse form and created an excellent piece of poetry. Before I know it I shall be in my winter years, time passes so quickly, I start to wonder what I shall leave the world. Your words ever touch the heart Connie. A wonderful write once more. have a wonderful Monday. Hugs....Mike. XX

CayCay Godwin August 25, 2018 at 10:11 PM Poems about the 'winter' season in our lives always move/touch me and this is especially the case with your poem because of the wording and expressions in each line. An ode to winter wonderment and a gem. Love ... CayCay

Sandra Haight August 21, 2018 at 4:54 PM Oh, how I can identify with these sentiments in your beautifully-written poem, Connie...so very powerful. Congratulations on your 1st place win in Brian's contest! A fave for me! Hugs, Sandra Connie Marcum Wong August 21, 2018 at 5:26 PM Thank you very much Sandra. This poem was not written for a contest, but I entered it in Brian's contest and made his list. I appreciate the fave and your comment very much. xxoo : )

Line Gauthier August 20, 2018 at 6:14 PM I love your musings, Connie. Superbly written. Connie Marcum Wong August 20, 2018 at 6:37 PM Thank you very much Line. I used to be great at spelling but find myself making some errors at times. It has been too long since I was in school. : )

Andrea Dietrich August 20, 2018 at 5:12 PM oh and congrats too!! Which contest was it in?

Andrea Dietrich August 20, 2018 at 5:12 PM My goodness. You are aging like fine wine in your poetry writing, Connie. this is outstanding work. I don't even know the word vaticinate but it sure sounds impressive. FAVE Connie Marcum Wong August 20, 2018 at 5:34 PM It was in Brian's contest Andrea. Thank you so much for the fave my friend. I was surprised to make his list! : ) xxoo

Andrea Dietrich August 20, 2018 at 5:10 PM I was about to ask you if you had any poems I have never seen and then I came across this one! Let me have a read.

Susan Gentry August 18, 2018 at 12:10 PM Congratulations on your #1 win. I like the rhythm of this beautiful poem!

Line Gauthier August 17, 2018 at 4:50 PM Congrats on your top win, Connie. Beautiful.

Jean Murray August 15, 2018 at 2:25 PM Here's hoping Connie. I now have two books of sixty poems printed on matching photos. I am reluctant to show my daughters just yet but hope my essence in my efforts will be a comfort after I'm gone. Your poem expresses this hope so beautifully. Connie Marcum Wong August 18, 2018 at 2:28 PM Sounds like a wonderful idea, combining your poetry with pictures. My daughter-in-law gave me a book of my grandson's drawings along with pictures of him and I really love it. Thank you Jean. I have had a sore eye the past few days and haven't been able to comment much. I had a stroke in my eye about three years ago and I have to get a shot in my eye every five weeks or I will go blind. Not fun, but I am thankful that the shot helps me to get rid of the blurriness. xxoo

Lindsay Laurie August 15, 2018 at 2:24 AM G'day Connie … history tells us that a poet's spirit may leave the body but the legacy of their poetry lives on forever; perhaps as a vagabond - thank you Connie for another fine verse - Lindsay Connie Marcum Wong August 15, 2018 at 5:00 PM Thank you so much Lindsay. I just had my eye shot yesterday and my eye is too sore to read. I'm sure it will feel better tomorrow and I will be able to enjoy reading poetry again. I had a stroke in my right eye and for the past three years I have been getting a shot in my eye every five weeks without fail or I could go blind. I am so thankful for my eyesight. I always appreciate your wonderful comments.

Joanna Daniel August 15, 2018 at 1:49 AM Deep and touching, Connie:)

M. L. Kiser August 15, 2018 at 12:05 AM I love this, it's depth us nearly unlimited; beautifully worded and I think that all of us can somehow identify with a part of this piece. Thanks for the great read.

Chris Green August 14, 2018 at 10:17 AM Connie, your wonderful poem is something many can relate to including myself. Definitely including myself. :) You have described this feeling perfectly and poetically, but like many said below...what are we to do but just keep writing away. Really nicely done. Connie Marcum Wong August 14, 2018 at 2:33 PM Thank you very much Chris. My granddaughter loves poetry so I know at least there is one in my family who will appreciate my poetry when I leave this realm. : )

Freddie Robinson Jr. August 14, 2018 at 10:10 AM Splendid musings, Connie. I agree totally w/Caren ... gone, but not forgotten. Because your poetic legacy has left it's mark on our soul. Great lines too: I vaticinate virtues of future endeavors that may bring comfort to family after my spirit leaves this earthly body. Winsome words wend their way through cobwebs veiling twilight times. Sun burst poetry. Love and joy always. Connie Marcum Wong August 14, 2018 at 2:34 PM Thank you very much for your lovely comments Freddie. xxoo : ) Freddie Robinson Jr. August 14, 2018 at 10:12 AM Btw ... I do love alliteration poetry. That takes special pen skillz. And you got the knack. Love and smiles always.

Caren Krutsinger August 13, 2018 at 10:43 PM Your poetry is such a legacy, I am not wanting you to go any time soon, but your family will have some gorgeous missives that they can share for generations. Well done, Connie. Bravo! Connie Marcum Wong August 13, 2018 at 11:52 PM How sweet of you Caren. Thank hou very much my friend! xxoo : )

Susan Ashley August 13, 2018 at 10:12 PM Oh so beautifully expressed, Connie. As we age we struggle to adapt to the inevitable changes; some good - like retirement :)), some not so good - like difficulty with word retrieval.. your poem is thought provoking and meaningful, especially poignant though, are your last two lines - superb! Warmest wishes always my lovely friend.. ~Susan Connie Marcum Wong August 13, 2018 at 11:50 PM You understood my poem and my ending Susan. Your comments are always so thoughtful and generous. Thank you my friend. : ) xxoo

Lyric Man August 13, 2018 at 9:16 PM Connie, only live in the now. The “what if’s” and “could have beens” are quicksand. Hit the road and if you’re unable to travel get travel books. Read. Write. And dream. Some of your best days are in front of you. Believe! Connie Marcum Wong August 13, 2018 at 11:45 PM That is what is so great about poetry David, I am living in the present but do feel my limitations crop up. Thank you for your encouraging words. Dreaming I can certainly accomplish! : )

Winged Warrior August 13, 2018 at 8:57 PM The beauty lies in your wisdom...not the cover...its the inside that we read and enjoy...and your love explodes in a poetic flare...don't look back...always look ahead...and then, well, we shall all meet...I'm waiting for that day...love & internal light...^WW^ Connie Marcum Wong August 13, 2018 at 11:41 PM I agree with you WW. I now travel watching the travel channel. Thank you for a most beautiful insightful comment my friend! xxoo

Carrie Richards August 13, 2018 at 6:34 PM You, dear Connie, are in good company. Many of us are seeking answers to the questions you are asking, and struggle with the change that is so inevitable. Well spoken are your words, in spite a few cobwebs which we all share:) Connie Marcum Wong August 13, 2018 at 11:39 PM I feel young, if only I could convince my body of that. Lol Thank you Carrie xxoo

John Lawless August 13, 2018 at 4:31 PM Well, Connie, as the old poster from the '70's read....KEEP ON TRUCKIN'"...Nicely written bow to the vagaries of growing older......while wielding a sharp pen.... Connie Marcum Wong August 13, 2018 at 11:30 PM I can't disagree with that John. I am bowing lower and lower now. Writing poetry keeps the mind sharper as does super greens. Thank you John. : )