Andrea Dietrich Poet Etheree

I Wonder

I 
wonder
if the poems
birthed from my soul
might be, like my days
upon this earth , numbered. . . 
For recently that place - where
my seedling thoughts once sprouted in
abundance - has lain nearly fallow.
And so it is I’m brought to contemplate. . .
How long can poems keep springing forth from me?
Yes, days are fleeting, but looking to
sky, I see infinity. . . so
I wish on boundless stars that
thoughts will yet appear to
Illuminate my
mind, reflecting
poems shining
on and 
on.

an unposted oldie

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James Inman August 13, 2015 at 11:19 PM Your poems will live long past your time here. You have a beautiful legacy to leave the world and I don't see you ever stopping.

Phyllis Babcock April 17, 2013 at 10:33 AM I like the form on this poem. I seem to be in a big writing slump lately. When I write nothing seems to appeal to me or sound good. This is a wonderful poem and I am so behind in my reading. They just announced that our interest rates will remain low for a while yet. that is good news. love phyl

Donald Williams April 12, 2013 at 8:15 AM Stopping by again Wonderful piece here I love it thank you

Timothy Hicks April 10, 2013 at 3:44 AM How long can poems keep sprouting from me? << I've thought about this time and time again. I hope it never ends, but... who's to say it won't? Just keep enjoying the moment I think and write what comes natural to you in the time the thoughts are fresh. Old poems are fun to look back on! Wonderful etheree... got me thinking...

Debbie Duncan April 4, 2013 at 9:51 PM I really like this one Andrea, I was looking for your willow poem, you said you wrote your comment on my Willow Tree ;}

Kabuteng P.Ink K. April 4, 2013 at 12:59 PM An oldie but a gemmie! Ok, that word just sort of popped (pooped) up...You I think shall never run out of wonderful verses-- I totally enjoyed how you wrote this, that uncertainty is so palpable and so relatable but yes, I love how you wish upon those stars-- must be a starry poem night for me--hugs to you sweetie I owe you email...

Duke Beaufort April 2, 2013 at 7:49 PM Andrea, this is nicely done. Isn't it funny where inspiration comes from? You sum it up so well. Sometimes fertile, sometimes fallow--yet your talent with words is always there at the ready. Thank-you for all you do and say. It is a pleasure to read.

Jack Horne March 31, 2013 at 3:22 PM so glad you decided to post this gem now

Len Gasun March 30, 2013 at 8:21 AM This is another great write with it's great and lovely form my very dear friend Andrea. I wish I've tried once this form, too. Big big hugs to you my dear fav. poet & loving friend of mine on another super tip-top write of yours! Have a great Easter Season again and good night! Good luck, best wishes and God bless you always! I'll be back later or tom. love much, Leonora

Christine Phillips March 30, 2013 at 6:35 AM Hi Andrea, I like this piece.It is food for thought. I also like your design and presentation of words. It helps to capture the essence of the piece.

Donna Jones March 29, 2013 at 9:25 PM Nice Andrea and we never know every day what is going to inspire us...:-) blessings this Easter weekend

David Williams March 29, 2013 at 12:10 PM Andrea oldie or not it's great...David

Cyndi Macmillan March 28, 2013 at 10:32 PM Hey Toots! Glad I stopped by before heading off to bed. I really enjoyed the word fallow here, it is perfectly placed, makes me want to stay in that line. Thanks for your kind words, always. Happy Easter, back. Hugs, Cyndi

Debbie Duncan March 28, 2013 at 6:34 PM Well it might be an oldie, but it's a goody ;} Happy Easter and spring Andrea ;}

James Peranteau March 28, 2013 at 6:01 PM Instead of the ol' adage, (writers block), I like your use of the word"fallow" Andrea, it really gives this great write a huge burst ! And fear not dear poet.... we all (poets), roast whence our thoughts become wizened ! Great write ! Have a wonderful week....much love, james

Joseph May March 28, 2013 at 2:08 PM great write Andrea....from time to time many writers reflect upon such things...love..Joseph

Daver Austin March 28, 2013 at 9:49 AM I suppose, for some, the well runs dry. I doubt it will for you. I've been going for 40 years. It started when I was playing in professional orchestras. I had a lot of time to write because services were only two and one half hours each day. Afternoons free, besides practicing the orchestra music I painted and wrote poetry. I sometimes have to scratch for a subject, but am still going. I must keep trying to communicate. Love, daver

Wilma Neels March 28, 2013 at 3:00 AM I just love this Andrea, even if it is an oldie.. When last have I written an Etheree? Yours made me smile today. Have a fabulous day :) love Wilma

Jack Jordan March 27, 2013 at 9:32 PM I completely understand your question/concern. My thought is that writing keeps the gray matter working. At least I'm hoping that is the case. Nicely done. Jack

Jeremy Martin March 27, 2013 at 9:01 PM Diamonds for diamonds, this one's a gem. Sorry to be corny, but whatever. This is rich as ever, Andrea.

Toquyen Harrell March 27, 2013 at 5:52 PM Nice shape and poem, Andrea. I am sure thoughts will come to you. Needless worry :) Your poems have always been great. I don't think they will ever going to stop coming out of you!

Lucilla Carrillo March 27, 2013 at 4:48 PM Andrea; This is beautiful. An old poem that you post today will be old tomorrow and someone will read it. You will always write beautiful poems. The day will come, but that is up to God. As for now keep writing.... Lucilla SoupMail

Ilene Bauer March 27, 2013 at 4:08 PM everything about this is wonderful, from the shape to the ideas to the words you've chosen. i'm sure your poetic days are far from over...

Ndaba Sibanda March 27, 2013 at 1:48 PM l hear it is a blast from the past. For me, this is just a marvel, for a lack of a better word.

Robert Johnson March 27, 2013 at 12:32 PM It seems it's ever flowing, the river just keeps going. Someday we'll run into the ocean wide. But till that day is here, we'll have another beer. Elbow to elbow, side by side. Some wouldn't say I golf. :) I'm not much of a fan myself these days. :)

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