FROM THE POET

This is a series of poems written by John Svododa over a number of years. There are times of peak-where numerous poems were written & there are also times of lows where there are long periods between each poem. As the author is trying to reach a goal of 1001 (and then retire!!) it was never envisaged that this would be done over a short period of time. Poems can be humorous, ridiculing someone or something, show a meaning of hurt or love or even project feelings that not necessarily be directed to the same person/thing, can be a reflection of life or to be life. Most poems are trying to send a message to the reader be it not understandable or nonsense.

The idea of this poet is not to have any ill feelings against anyone but to be read by young whom can learn about life – and by the elderly look back at what could have been. Some are very personal- but who cares when you are currently living in a life that has total enjoyment. Suggestion is not to criticize but to take in the enjoyment of creative poetry make it meaningful and thus may be you can be an author.

SO NOW:

Please Read On!

Thursday, 21 January 1988

Poem Number 245 - Mirrors Of Love - 21/1/1988

Walking on air where is no depth to fall into,
Is to be free of everything that you stand for.
You devour total love and care to only one you so love,
You deserve to be up there with the partner of your eternal life.

Deeper and deeper your life grows,
Like God’s creation of a hundred year old bush tree.
It is all not so much pleasure and leisure,
As minutes go into hours, there is also a little danger.

The danger is that when you both disagree on something,
And this, ‘Sometimes’, starts off as completely nothing,
You hurt each other a little by saying what you don’t mean,
But it is all said and then the remembrance remains.

Kind words of wisdom to one,
While the other listens intensively,
And when one’s finished speaking his or her mind,
It is then wise to speak nicely to your partner.

Forever tears would be shed whilst being addressed,
To sort everything out in such a manly and mature method,
Would mean less heartbreak and more care and attention,
To each of you and reflect the mirrors of love, you share.
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