Transitions Poems

back to black

“How does it feel, studying for your first exam of the semester?” My sister Annick dug at me, via Facetime.
“Oh, I’m miserable and no one even knows!” I exclaimed excitedly.

I already miss summer’s sense of infinite time and space, and life on the lake, with its big, wet, melancholy summer rains. But most of all,

less-than-perfect

I have a great piece coming up. This isn’t it, I misplaced it,
but as soon as I find it, I’ll post it. This one is less-than-perfect.

The less-than-perfect summer felt like love.
There were some genuine moments of glamor
and a few new, intense, sense-memories to recall.
It wasn’t easy but we performed that magic called
holidaymaking - things in

Even Harder Than Spoken smooth Transitions

Bel canto
Her asking Suport- Part three


Somewhere they say
that you and I are together
somewhere they'll believe
that we are one

we found interest in us together
we're interested in
having fun
My true love
don't know we're together
If it goes Your way
we've just begun

I know ya'll get tired
of sounding blue
hearing song's about people
doing the things they do

Happiness is
of what you make it
Ones

Transitions, II

this year
mid-fall

feels like
mid-spring

in the
Deep South

highs in
eighties

breaking 
records

shorts and
flipflops

still worn
daily

forecast
warning—

cold front’s
coming

that’s no
surprise

time to
find those

gloves and
jackets

toss those
wilting

mums and
pansies

mourn not
loss of 

mid-fall
mildness

winter’s
coming

with her
wealth of

unique
beauties

October

October brings us 'round to wonder
What's ahead as our year is ending
This vibrant time with colors transcending 
On Earth at this time every year.

From green to yellow, to orange, and brown
Disappearing leaves and flowers give us pause
Unaware we grieve their loss 
On Earth at this time every year.

A signal of loss, but we seem to

Transitions

Someone said that you're either a man or a woman,
well now, maybe Rishi was right, say it if you can;
you may not choose although perhaps it's coming,
how many more will be playing football we're wondrin.

We need a new changing room, we have to be sure,
to make certain that no one's peeping under the door;
what to

Transitions

Transitions and Contrasts: Just like the Seasons
Scorching, sweltering, drying, draining
The Candle of the Sky, now a supernova
Chirping birds cry out for drops of draught,
The strays of streets too, dying or suffering.
The poor farmer’s heart, broken,
Like his dry and barren field and feet.
His wife’s sweaty palms trying to support
The pot on her head, and the babe

Transitions

A cocoon to butterfly's.
Egg, to free birdie's.
Inseparable from each change
Smooth, painless goes by
Wonder into wisdom morphs.
Shallow, deeper joy.
For what of bodies, souls
Tell us, Earth and Sky.

Finals Week 4

Final exams start Thursday,
and it’s giving us all the feels.

Finals have a gravity of their own.
Are the papers worse than exams? Maybe.
The tension can be relentless and heavy.
“It’s finals week, see you on the other side.”

As for me, I’m almost packed up.
Time is an odd and unpredictable beast.
It’s hard to believe that in two weeks,

Transitions - Collab With Margarita Lillico

Autumn ultimately receives it all - 
Painted in bald bohemian design, 
A poet’s sacred inspiration shrine -
Nevertheless not exempt from the fall. 

Winter ultimately trumps with cold swing - 
Triumphant yet frigid, monochrome muse, 
Sublimating into slumbering blues -
Nevertheless not immune to the spring. 

Spring ultimately renews with fresh whiff -
Splendour of colours ignites the

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Autumn ultimately unveils it all, 
Basking in bold bohemian design, 
Pastoral poets’ inspiration shrine - 
Enlivens lavishly before the fall. 

Winter ultimatum trumps with chill swing - 
Impetus frozen by a frigid muse - 
Sublimating into slumbering blues, 
Melting away under the spell of Spring.  

Spring’s ultimate pizazz wafts in the air, 
Awakening the

Transitions

Summer’s 
ending;

autumn’s 
pending.

Nature   	
teases,			

sending	
breezes 

cool and	
pleasing

but so
fleeting.

Temps rise  	 
greeting

summer 
lovers.

Autumn 
hovers.

Soon warm
covers

will be 
needed.

Those who
pleaded

for fall’s 
coming

will be
humming.


September 14, 2022
entered in a Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest   Placed  7th

Transitions of Lifetime

Poetry grows in silence,
and  darkling the imagination
  in the clouds begins the sky
besides, we don't conceive how it is right...
 On limbo we stand still,
we await any solution,
this life is only one life,
where do we wait?
  the mission...
If we are passive we live in fear,
if we fight we are only competition,
in place

Great Transitions

Great transitions became part of human experience
after we gave up on daily nomad lifestyle,
perhaps too bohemian
to have ever actually existed
out of nutritional nurturing choice

As contrasted with necessity
of drought,
floods,
pestilence,
famine,
chronic wars,
climatic absence of healthy peace.

Great transitions
are choices,
positive more than negatively motivated,
to move from one habitat
in space and/or time
to another
that feels more promising,
worthy of trust,
a potential celebration of

Transitions

Been knocked down
But never put out.
Been lied to, cursed at
Even talked about.
Had a few pick-me-ups and
A couple of dust-me-offs
Serpents trying to slime me
With materialistic pay offs.
Obstacles laid in my paths
Like bear traps in the woods,
By foes and those
Who only wished to know they could
See what I see, go where I go,
Proclaiming sister and brotherhood
Just to

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