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Generations

Denial is a can of peas
whose contents
should never be indulged
beyond the expiration date.
Yet there I stood, 
evidence screaming reality
at my eyes, their gaze steadfast
upon the wailing baby girl 
before me in her bassinet.
My mind then confidently knew
that what lay there
could have never come
from briefest self-indulgence.
Still, my heart wouldn't listen—
And rightly so.

I turned and faced
a solitary window,
which framed a cold and gray
November day
that froze as well
the unrecorded moment.
Though soft upon my parted lips
came unbidden words:
“I love you, dearest child”—
knowing all that was yet to be,
for here lay an open book
in which life would write about
a young girl’s timeless, playful mirth,
but also test her brazen dreams
and tireless hopes alike.
	
On life’s other end,
my mother wearies
of her endless days
and puzzles
over life prolonged well past
these ninety-seven years—
asking with familiar eyes,
undimmed by age,
the reason why,
which none can answer,
and which none tries,
and silence reigns.
Then, soon enough
both memories and questions fade,
their cycles now complete.

Mark B. Peterson, Any Poem/Any Form, December 26, 2013

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 2/19/2016 10:18:00 PM
You have captured life with all its tenuous nature brilliantly Mark... '...the reason why, which none can answer, and which none tries,' Yes. Masterful my friend. Best wishes, Keith
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Date: 2/19/2016 11:32:00 PM
Keith, thank you for searching out and commenting on my sole Epic poem. This is drawn from my actual life, and I cared deeply about its content. I'm pleased you enjoyed it.
Date: 1/25/2014 8:19:00 AM
Ah, the meaning of life, the universe, and everything... Douglas Adams knew the answer - 42 - and that seems about as real to me as any of the others, in the end. What is real is how well you expressed humanity's dilemma in our journey. Going in my faves.
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Date: 1/25/2014 10:29:00 AM
Yes, 42, but we never asked the right question. The answer is never satisfying until it meets the demands of truth. People often rely on notions and ill-formed opinions when making fundamental choices--as if believing something makes it true. You honor me with your comments.
Date: 12/24/2013 12:49:00 AM
Hello Mark, , Guess what? , The end of the year is approaching :) and there's no way I'm letting this year end, without dropping by with SMILES and CHRISTMAS CHEERS. Thank You for making this a great year for ALL OF US. --- May magic fill your days and all your dreams come true this holiday season. MERRY CHRISTAMS <3 Love Linda -The Sweetest Poet Destroyer
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Date: 12/24/2013 8:12:00 AM
Thanks Linda: the very best to you and yours as well. Mark
Date: 12/5/2013 8:35:00 PM
Hi Mark It seems life is a concept yet to be fully understood Just when you think you have it you dont Life begets love and love begets life the everlasting cycle Cheers Brian
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Date: 12/7/2013 12:42:00 AM
The cyclical nature of things lends harmony to all existence. But a little random adventure adds spice. Thanks for stopping by, Brian. See you soon.
Date: 12/4/2013 9:50:00 PM
Mark, I applaud your creative concept of life, the understanding of which is pursued but never achieved. Your work was a delight to read.
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Date: 12/4/2013 10:23:00 PM
Chuck: Thank you so very much for spending a little time on my page and offering such thoughtful comments about this poem. Existence is inscrutable, but it is nevertheless worthwhile to persist though astonished and perplexed. I'll visit you soon.
Date: 12/2/2013 1:38:00 PM
A POSITIVE CELEBRATION OF THE PASSAGE OF TIME AND CLOSING IN OF AGE-AT LEAST, ACCORDING TO MY PERCEPTION OF THE GRTEAT POEM. DAWN & DUSK SEPARATED BY A THIN VEIL! FRIEND, JM
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Date: 12/3/2013 8:05:00 AM
Our minds return again and again to the big, unanswered questions, hoping that the passage of time will allow to solve the riddles, and occasionally we do gain insight,deeply personal and impossible or unwise to share with others, but rather to savor in age. Joseph, thanks very much for your kind word and visit that always lends dignity to my page.
Date: 12/1/2013 5:47:00 PM
Mark a great write you have captured the word Generations with this poem
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Date: 12/2/2013 12:55:00 AM
Joseph, thanks so very much. I'm very pleased for your visit to my page. See you soon on yours.
Date: 12/1/2013 5:24:00 PM
wonderful poem! you've beautifully captured both the beginning and the end of life and all the mystery within each one...
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Date: 12/2/2013 12:56:00 AM
Ilene, you always have such pleasant comments for me. I deeply appreciate the attention!
Date: 12/1/2013 5:22:00 PM
incredible portrayal of generational ties.. sweet expressions cap this beautiful piece, mark... such living, breathing piece!... huggs
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Date: 12/2/2013 12:57:00 AM
Thank you favorite poet. Here you are again with wonderful praise.
Date: 12/1/2013 2:18:00 AM
Wow impressive aweinspiring! Pls explain what u meant by, 'could've never hav come about just by mere self-indulgence', to me dat line points to d Creator most creatively but u tel me what u meant. Kudos poet! I hope u read my latest too.
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Date: 12/1/2013 4:29:00 AM
Dear S.z, thank you very much for visiting my page and for your wonderful comments--deeply appreciated. Now consider the duration of male involvement when creating a child vs. the astonishment and remarkable complexity of the end result. I was in denial of this--still a marvel to me. Thanks for asking.