Eileen Manassian Poet Iambic Pentameter

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In Older Writes

In older writes today I take a peek
I read what brings me joy and what brings pain
A message left: a gift that I still seek
I see a face, and tears fall fast like rain

The writes and rhymes have chronicled my life
Like dearest friends the words bring solace deep
What grieves my heart is some remembered strife
I read again. I smile, I sigh, I weep.

Some of the poets now have passed away
And others now are silent, no reply
I wonder once again what might I say
to make those days return. I have to try

I cherish every sign in every rhyme
Of where I was, and where I've come to be
The journey that I take, is quite sublime
I'll write until I taste eternity.

Eileen Manassian

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Timothy Hicks February 7, 2016 at 9:24 PM The community here is strong ... but it also fluctuates. I'm guilty of long absences, so your second-to-last stanza really got to me. It's hard to grasp hold of feelings when we are all changing. But the beauty of poetry is that we can look back, taking with us little snippets from the past. Taste eternity, indeed.

Suzanne Delaney January 29, 2016 at 11:05 AM These sentiments are like finding a pressed flower in the pages of a book long after we forgot we placed it there. It is our memories good and sad that make us human, Beautiful poem from a beautiful mind. Hugs, SuZ

CayCay Godwin January 14, 2016 at 10:46 PM Another one that I fully relate to! I often wonder where all my poems will go when I am gone. I do not even know where they all are. Going back through poems is such a private and special journey, our therapy throughout our life, really (our doctor's notes) ... 7 ... CayCay

Honestly J.T. January 14, 2016 at 11:19 AM Wow, good poem Eileen -JT

Paul Callus January 13, 2016 at 1:27 PM Reading older poems and looking at past photos tends to fill us with nostalgia....and we reminisce on our past, our acquaintances, departed friends, and many other memories which are dear to us. Alas, many things will never return! But remember...the journey continues:) Hugs // paul

Richard Lamoureux January 12, 2016 at 9:04 AM I sometimes wonder what will happen with our older writes. The good thing is that when I do public readings I have enough material to choose from to suit any theme.

Sara Kendrick January 11, 2016 at 10:21 AM Elizabeth Barret Browning wrote " How do I love thee, let me count the ways, I love thee to the depth, breath, and height my soul can reach...... and will love thee better after death"..I believe that the gift of being a poet and the love will live on with us after death..Thanks for dropping by ..I enjoyed reading your work..Sara

Richard Lamoureux January 11, 2016 at 8:26 AM The chronicling of our own thoughts and life. Our measure of immortality. I enjoyed contemplating your many works of art.

Scott Thirtyseven January 10, 2016 at 10:52 AM What an amazing last line, to cap off a great poem. A well penned, lovely read. Eileen Manassian January 10, 2016 at 11:26 AM Thanks ever so much, Scott. I appreciate the visit and the kind words. Blessings.

Wilfred Aniagyei January 10, 2016 at 3:02 AM Eileen!! This brings to mind many a sad memories...... Poetry gone and lost.... The quill left abandoned..... Well done!!!! On point Eileen Manassian January 10, 2016 at 11:28 AM Yes....there was a bit of sadness when wrote this. I grieve more for the friends I have lost along the way....People change. It is sad. Thanks for the visit.

Arthur Vaso January 9, 2016 at 9:13 PM Very sublime and nostalgic, that last line is well WOW!!!! The photo sure matches the poem! Eileen Manassian January 10, 2016 at 11:28 AM You visited the WOW bank again! :) Thanks ever so much, Arthur. I'm glad you liked this piece. Hugs

White Sage January 9, 2016 at 4:15 PM toast to eternal writing dear friend, am sure I won't want to miss the feel of my fingertips holding the pen...excellent poem this is, as always

White Sage January 9, 2016 at 4:12 PM toast to eternal writing dear friend, am sure I won't want to miss the feel of my fingertips holding the pen...excellent poem this is, as always Eileen Manassian January 10, 2016 at 11:31 AM Thank you, dear. I haven't been on as much lately. My health hasn't been the best. I will visit soon. I appreciate your comments. Hugs

Jan Allison January 9, 2016 at 3:28 PM I will continue writing Eileen. I too miss special people that were once active on soup it is distressing when they just disappear without trace but issues in life can take over and soup takes a backseat. I hope in time people will return but in reality we know some never will:-( hugs Jan xx Eileen Manassian January 9, 2016 at 3:48 PM I know the feeling, Jan. I'm feeling nostalgic. It surprises me how people change.....Some people are constant and consistent. They bring joy. Thanks for the visit, sweetie. We must go on....You are right. Hugs to you.