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Good-By, Sweet Day!






GOOD-BY, sweet day, good-by!
I have so loved thee, but I cannot hold thee.
Departing like a dream, the shadows fold thee;
Slowly thy perfect beauty fades away:
Good-by, sweet day!

Good-by, sweet day, good-by!
Dear were thy golden hours of tranquil splendor,
Sadly thou yieldest to the evening tender
Who wert so fair from thy first morning ray;
Good-by, sweet day!

Good-by, sweet day, good-by!
Thy glow and charm, thy smiles and tones and glances,
Vanish at last, and solemn night advances;
Ah, couldst thou yet a little longer stay!
Good-by, sweet day!

Good-by, sweet day, good-by!
All thy rich gifts my grateful heart remembers,
The while I watch thy sunset’s smouldering embers
Die in the west beneath the twilight gray.
Good-by, sweet day!

By Celia Thaxter










Artist Vian
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/










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I wish you enough





‘When we said, ‘I wish you enough,’ we were
wanting the other person to have a life filled with just
enough good things to sustain them.’

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright
no matter how grey the day may appear.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even
more..
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive
and everlasting.
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of
joys in life may appear bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting…
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you
possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final
goodbye. 
❤️☀

~ Paulo Coelho










Text & image source: Mitra Shashidi https://www.facebook.com/mitra.shahidi.3










Poems are not read: they are reread.




Poems are not read: they are reread. 
Reread the poem, then read between the lines, 
then look at it, then watch it, then peek at it: 
handle it like an object. 
Contemplate its shadows, angles and dimensions. 

~ Terrance Hayes










Text & image source: Marianne Gillis https://www.facebook.com/marianne.gillis.773

#FridayFantasy . . .Listening to the birds. And that squirrel….



“Say, Pooh, why aren’t you busy?” I said.
“Because it’s a nice day,” said Pooh.
“Yes, but —“
“Why ruin it?” he said.
“But you could be doing something Important,” I said.
“I am, ” said Pooh.
“Oh? Doing what?”
“Listening,” he said.
“Listening to what?”
“To the birds. And that squirrel over there.”
“What are they saying?” I asked.
“That it’s a nice day,” said Pooh.
“But you know that already,” I said.
“Yes, but it’s always good to hear that somebody else thinks so, too,” he replied.











Text & image source: Contemplative Monk https://www.facebook.com/ContemplativeMonk/