Victor Buhagiar Poet Rhyme

On Tranquil Lake

I drift alone on a most tranquil lake,
Currents take me towards my objective.
I dare not look behind me for I dread
Past failures, yet sorrow is effective.

'Twould be folly to recall only my faults,
Surely some good efforts must be there too,
Life is but a mixture of our choices,
Pure joy and true sorrow form my long queue.

But now it's time to look further ahead
As my boat continues with its slow drift
Towards the not so distant misty shore,
Knowing I have no urge to drive it swift.

For on that shore beneath the threadbare mist
I could discern a large cemetery
'Twill be my last place after a hazard life,
Is that an angel, an emissary?

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Valsa George January 9, 2025 at 9:26 PM All of us us will have to drift over the tranquil lake of life that can turn windy and stormy sometimes. But finally we have to be resting for ever under six feet of land in a cemetery. Indeed this is a reminder of the inevitable end of man. Quite a moving poem.

Angela Crabtree September 30, 2020 at 8:31 AM A very moving piece, Victor. My favorite lines, "Life is but a mixture of our choices, Pure joy and true sorrow form my long queue". Peace, Angie Victor Buhagiar September 30, 2020 at 8:58 AM I must thank you for reading my poems. ~~

Susan Ashley September 28, 2020 at 4:55 PM This moving piece reaches down deep into my being, Victor. Wistful, soulful self-reflection, which becomes clearer as aging eyes fade and the spirit moves closer to the distant misty shore. There is such a beautiful depth to this poem. Warmest wishes, dear poet.. ~Susan Victor Buhagiar September 28, 2020 at 10:18 PM All my poems are on my hard disk. I will not post all of them though, only the best plus the new ones. Susan Ashley September 28, 2020 at 4:56 PM P.S. Where did all your poems go?

Pam Murray September 28, 2020 at 1:03 AM I can almost feel the rhythm of a paddle on a pristine lake as a read this. Well done and thank you.

Eve Roper September 26, 2020 at 7:52 PM Peaceful place the good overrides the bad. Enjoyed reading

Darlene De Beaulieu September 25, 2020 at 5:35 PM Hello Victor, this lake souds so peaceful. You still have life lef tin you. Enjoy the tranquil lake. It would be peaceful there. Water is calming. just to listen to the wave come to shore is a peaceful sound. Enjoy your evening my friend. Hugs.

Mystic Rose Rose September 24, 2020 at 10:11 AM Glad to see our penning some beautiful poems once again, been missing cuz of obligations, but every now and then I'm back, take take, fare well my friend.

Jennifer Proxenos September 24, 2020 at 7:05 AM My friend Victor, you have a long time until you go on such a voyage, carry on penning these wonderful poems and drift into the sun set as when you were Bernard with your true and exciting love, sweet as jam. You can still look back 'Life is but a mixture of choices'. However an awesome poem Victor. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

Joanna Daniel September 23, 2020 at 11:27 PM Lovely thoughts, Victor, we are all waiting for our time:)

Evelyn Judy Buehler September 23, 2020 at 10:52 PM Touching and serene. Another of your great poems, Victor.

Kim Rodrigues September 23, 2020 at 6:16 PM May God bless your way when the time comes. Hugs...Kim

Brandy Nicole September 23, 2020 at 2:24 PM Reflecting on the past is helpful for the future. Glance for only a moment though. The past is for our learning, it is not a place to stay. Such a thought provoking write my dear friend. Hugs, Brandy

Vijay Pandit September 23, 2020 at 7:10 AM Great poem of introspection, Victor--many can relate to.

Anne-Lise Andresen September 23, 2020 at 5:23 AM - Life is a mixture of our choices, Victor :) - As long as our conscience is pure we can safely look back ... it's our story ... memories ... the angels can wait ... they have a good time because they are not mortal - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Tom Cunningham September 22, 2020 at 11:06 PM As we go through our lives we all hope for tranquil waters and a final heavenly resting place Tom