Farewell

Time comes when you have to say goodbye...

and you learn a lot with things that pass by.

Things Never considered to be appealing

like a Sestina or that Longing feeling.

But they all teach you, despite

any Misunderstanding,

any inner fight

or forced landing.

It's like a big Event,

or a fancy Travel inside,

perhaps some torment

and also much pride!

No Regret. You Work hard.

No matter whether your art

is little as a Haiku

or grand as Mother Nature,

there is always an end

and for that matter, a Rebirth

for all what has been penned

is greatly worth.

Goodbyes come sooner or later,

no need to cultivate Anger

'cause the end is certain

in Any Sort of Interaction.

Then comes the new, and All I Want Is

a new Color, a new bliss,

another poem to Alter the Title

and make it my own recital.

A Love Poem, or a new Hobby...

maybe watch a honey bee.

So We Decided To Move On and act

like a rolling Object,

on a Friday, with no Memory, but a hot

new Routine, Dirty or Clean, from within

to fill the old empty spot

where Something is Missing.

A historic Landmark, a stone Animal,

seem almost eternal...

long lasting things that make me wonder

if there will be ever an end to ponder.

The Problem is With the perception

of the Outsider. Origin is a conception,

so is the ending. Nothing else to tell,

the beginning is the same as the Farewell.

© Rosangela C. Taylor / 04-30-09