More than enough occasions of failure to whistle a tune when it calls, but
Enough understanding that when it rolls round again,
I know I’ll rise up after the fall.
Too much experience with sadness and grief when it comes to pass
But enough to know that time heals like the cliché.
Unending grief does not last.
Too many times of depression to wish it on anyone, even a foe,
The dearth of hope and gladness of feelings
Leaves you with nowhere to go
But spiralling down to a sunken abyss where creatures of night fill the dark
And reason and joy depart for some time
While you wait for the song of the lark.
Nothing in life is unchanging and that’s the way it should be.
No stagnating pond where fish circle endlessly round,
That’s never a life for me
Or others that feel the persuasion, the prompting of spiritual fire,
There’s only one way, the direction is up
Soaring ever higher and higher.
That’s just the way it is with some, optimists I believe they are termed.
Nothing in life completely fazes us,
No matter how many times we are warned.
It’s a testament to either stupidity or an eternal longing for hope,
It’s viewed by some as unreality
And by others as somewhat of a joke.
But it’s a damn sight better than moaning and groaning for what lies way behind.
I’d rather be looking to stars and bright linings
Than staring blankly around.
It may be that others are doubtful at intelligence married with mirth
But there’s nothing to be done with nature’s benevolence,
That’s the way I’ve been since my birth.
If all of the world was a reality or pessimistic fuelled by the dire
And nothing of hope filled visions ahead
I’d jump straight down to the fire
Of hellish depression with no end in sight, just a yawning cavern of dark,
Nothing would make a semblance of sense.
No, I’ll hang right onto my spark.
Yes, that spark that keeps us all alive and moving upward and onward! I love this. Great post. Blessings, Natalie 🙂
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Thank you, Natalie. Glad you enjoyed it. 🙂 x
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i loved this and i am an eternal optimist too ) beth
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Thanks, Beth. I don’t think I could be another way, even while I’m sure it gets on people’s nerves at times. 😉 Other things come and go but hope springs eternal, I believe. 🙂 x
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Well written Bardess! May you forever keep that spark alive, for it is the making of you. It takes great courage to believe in the self regardless of what the mass’s think! Go mommus! 🙂
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I was saying to Beth that I’m sure it must irk others at times but if that’s my nature there’s not a lot to do about changing it. And I would rather have it that way. I don’t think I could cope with eternal pessimism or too much negative reality. 😉 x
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ah the shafts of optimism shine through 🙂
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Little ray of sunshine? Lol. Rest assured, I have my moments but I can’t operate on negativity.x
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You are the spark, and the song of the lark, both. I’d rather be an optimist who’s happy right up until the blow comes (and of course blows do come) than a pessimist who is unhappy all the time as if in sole possession of the fact that blows come. Well, duh. Of course, they do. We don’t have to live our whole lives dreading it. They will come whether we do or we don’t. We might as well enjoy the time in between. Great poetry. I like the rhyming, it gave it a saucy quality. 🙂
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You have encapsulated the whole poem in a nutshell! I’m with you. 🙂
I never knew it had a saucy quality! 🙂 x
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I am thankful we met SM, because you make me smile and lighten my heart. And you’re saucy. LOL
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You are so kind and sweet Brenda. I think I’ll let you call me Anne-Marie. Just for the hell of it. 🙂 x
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I am honored. I like Anne-Marie better than SM. That is somehow ominous and bringing handcuffs to mind. LOL
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I think that’s another reason. it did look a bit like that to me. Lol 🙂 x
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Yeah, head that off…
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Lol, for sure. 🙂 x
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I really don’t like it when people say they aren’t pessimists, just realists. I disagree, reality is what we make of it. I love your spark!
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Thanks, Kerry. You’re so right. If we can’t change things we can change our frame of mind. At least, attempt to.x
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If it wasn’t for our sparks, there never would be fire, eh? I’m with you. I’d rather see the half-full glass than the half-empty one any day! 😉
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There are more than a few of us about. Cheers to the glass half-full! 🙂 x
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