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‘Leaving behind me
At least
Some sweet song
For others to hear’ – that’s what we’re doing as poets.
This speaks to me of freedom, and the joy of leaving something behind.
Beautiful and insightful. I think we should all leave “sweet songs” on this earth. I especially love this line…
“Call me the breeze then,
As I pass on through.
All we get is to play the music awhile until our breath becomes air. Well said, friend.
“Call me the breeze then,
As I pass on through.”
Life and legacy intertwined. Very nice.
Much♡love
Hello breeze. This is an enchanting spell.
Huge sighs of contentment from me, not too much to ask .. to hope for. “The best of my presence to bear ….”
If a song remains you have done well
Now that’s a worthy ambition!
Hoping I too
Will bring the best
Of my presence
To bear… I think as poets, being witnesses of the reality around us, perhaps is one tiny way to do that..
Beautiful Scott. ✌
Lovely, Scott. I guess that’s all we can hope for.
So beautiful! Thank you for sharing.
Your words play like a song, the lilting breeze humming through life’s treasures.
Wonderful work, Scott.
“Leaving behind me
At least
Some sweet song
For others to hear.”
The world would change for the better if everyone embraced this as their purpose in life.
“Call me the breeze then as I pass on through.” Sigh…lovely. And your ending, that’s all we can hope to do. You do it well.
For me, this poem is like a gentle breeze, carrying with it the essence of freedom and beauty. It’s like a soothing melody that lingers in your mind, leaving behind a sense of peace and inspiration.
The feeling of truly loving oneself and surrendering negative thoughts feelings is quite an accomplishment
Bravo my dear friend!!
This poem is truly for us to nurse and draw strength from
Thank you❤️
Another great piece. Leaving behind a testimony of the passing breeze.
So much better to leave such things behind than wealth and other things we use to gauge success.
The comments here are a testament to how many lives you touch with your beautiful words. My life included. Thank you Scott. ❤️
Wonderful
So sweet and simple. I love this! The end lines
Hoping I too
Will bring the best
Of my presence
To bear.
Leaving behind me
At least
Some sweet song
For others to hear.
Perfectly bookend the piece leaving the reader with hope and joy.
Such a beautiful poem, Scott. You captured a tenderness and sense of gratefulness that is really touching. I especially felt it in this stanza:
“Hoping I too
Will bring the best
Of my presence
To bear.”
Call me the breeze- I love this!
Wonderful words with great profundity.
Thank you so much for sharing.
This is a lovely poem.
I like this line: Leaving behind me
At least
Some sweet song
For others to hear.
Dear Scott, and So you did… and So you do…☘️
Beauty and lasting memories are what we all hope to experience in life. Well done Scott.
Let me be the sweet gentle breeze for others to sense, hear and smell…
For The True Beauty doesn’t enslave anyone,nor does it give any pain but always brings Hope Positivity and Gain.
So Simple, beautiful and insightful Scottie sir!
Congrats… Hope the Spring brings us more Joy, hope and Love this time. Amen
Warm Regards
Neena
So very beautiful Scott. Our words are part of our legacy…love these lines – Call me the breeze then, / As I pass on through.
Beautiful and yes you do leave behind some sweet poetic songs
The minimalist texture to your latest creation is admirable. You’ve decided to allow the words to speak in familiar tongues. Days that elapse tend to make sense whenever there is a moment of surrender. You are closer to the center now. Continue to hear the sweet songs ache and motivate your soul freely. Thanks for adhering to a quiet sensibility. one that attracts metaphors. In a matter of a stanza or two. you have accomplished a more fuller composition.
You do look like fresh morning breeze dear Scottie. Amazing piece of work reflecting my own thoughts as it is the inner urge of all the peace-seekers in a world of tyranny. I love it. I LOVE IT.
A lustrous testimony to a personal metamorphosis. This certainly is sweet music to my heart. Thank you for always sharing and leaving a beautiful breeze that will always blow.
I enjoyed reading it. I love these lines very much.
To know
True beauty
Is to never
Be a slave again.
“To know
True beauty
Is to never
Be a slave again.”
Freedom can be found in these words.
An inspiring legacy to leave!
This does really touch me. Thank you
Scott, I think you strike some very apt chords in this piece. Lovely phrasing throughout but for me the breeze reference is an especially thought provoking one. Beautiful work. Thank you.
Amazing metaphor used by the poet here…
And what finer legacy to leave than “some sweet song”; no finer recognition could there be, nor more deserving, dear friend! You inspire greatly, Scott. Your voice resonates through such generous words, gentle yet with such wonderful affirmation and tone. “To know”…you, is to embrace no finer gift through this art we so love and hold dear.
Beautiful lines, and the work of a poet is their legacy.
Beautiful.
I guess our whole existence in this world of mere mortals is like that of the breeze.It reminds me of a beautiful Hindi song
My name will get lost
My face shall be altered
My voice is my sole identity
If you care to remember
Hi Scott,
Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful poem with me. It truly brightened my day!
I loved your new poem, it’s a beautiful one, a fresh morning breeze…
I love this, Scott. “Call me the breeze then”…how beautiful!
So memorable, dear Scott! Thanks.
That sweet music–the one we share and others spread–is everything. Especially these days… I hear you.
Your last stanza says it all.
Call me the breeze then,
As I pass on through.
Love it!
Leaving a sweet song behind is a legacy. Beautiful poem, Scott.
Your poetry is very romantic and aesthetically beautiful.
It’s amazing what you do…