Claire V. Bogdanos

Acceptance,Knowledge,Love,New Chapter,Process,Wisdom,

GREATER GOALS ( 2016 ) 2016/01/12

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How sad it is upon this day

That childhood soon must fly away

The dearest gift a child may find

Is someone who is of like mind

The search is long, it’s journey fleet

And sometimes it is bittersweet.

Tis better still as we do grow

Into the adult all should know

To leave our wayward cares behind

As need and purpose doth unwind

While hidden there amongst the shoals

Are finer truths and greater goals !

 

 

MATURING ( 1999 ) 2013/05/05

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I thought I saw the budding trees all sprout anew

I dreamt I touched each summer bloom all spread with dew,

And yet today I walked about and lonesome felt

An autumn breeze with chilling breath where sunbeams knelt.

Too fast these days have flickered by, the time has come

For lusty wind that plays beneath the winter sun.

Where then have these precious hours flown in vapid haste

To leave behind the faded hope a fool may waste?

 

Seems life’s composed of moments falling, one on one,

Like threads of gold into a lasting mem’ry spun

In sequence, weaving wisdom’s waning tragic spell

Of laughing tears and weeping smiles which credence tell.

These seasons constant changing that each flower knows

Are cycles in the life of man that patience grows.

 

MATURITY ( 1978 ) 2013/02/22

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There’s a trembling in my heart, a quivering in my hand,

Just the slightest hint of swirling fluttering where I stand,

A surging rushing  warmth flowing to my utmost parts,

Confusion o’ercoming me with flushing stops and starts,

A headiness and joy that seems now overbearing

Throbbing with desire, timeless thrill beyond comparing,

A timid fascination with thoughts that breathe unreal,

Perchance to open hidden doors and to my heart appeal.

To know that I have passed the age of recognition

With halting hope to dare enthralling expedition

Into the realm I dreamt beyond my aspiration,

There bask in subtle wisps of tender adulation,

To grasp for fleeting time, life’s mute love, morsels glowing

Gentle years no more alone, abide with grace bestowing.