Friday, 28 September 2018

Carpe Diem’s Weekend Meditation #51 Tagore’s “Endless Time”





she was seventeen
full of promise and excitement
tripping over with joy
starting out - she wants it back
even the old brown beret

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15 comments:

  1. Sherry Blue Sky30 September 2018 at 07:17

    She is beautiful, and I love the beret. I had a knitted cap I loved back then, along with a heart full of dreams. Wonderful poem!

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  2. ✿30 September 2018 at 11:38

    Love it. :)

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  3. Mary30 September 2018 at 12:07

    Indeed, sometimes we look back and wish we could do it all over again!

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  4. Susan30 September 2018 at 12:33

    If only! Yes. Like Humpty Dumpty ...

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  5. tonispencer30 September 2018 at 13:15

    A lovely poem

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  6. Chèvrefeuille30 September 2018 at 13:28

    Nice response.

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  7. ZQ30 September 2018 at 14:15

    Wonderful!
    PS: Thanks for the introduction to Rabindranath Tagore...worth more reading of him in the future.
    ZQ

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  8. The Bizza30 September 2018 at 18:14

    She is beautiful. Also, she looks familiar for some reason...

    I'd like to think that we could all use a little youthful exuberance from our yesterdays.

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  9. Old Egg30 September 2018 at 20:07

    Me too, mind you all the mistakes I made and all of the loves I lost would probably alter my life if I changed them.

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  10. annell41 October 2018 at 07:44

    Beginnings are exciting, but what have we done with what we were given? Thanks for coming by and for your comment.

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  11. Sanaa Rizvi1 October 2018 at 09:56

    Love it! 💜

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  12. Gillena Cox1 October 2018 at 11:53

    Luv the music as much as the poem

    much love...

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  13. Gillena Cox1 October 2018 at 11:53

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    much love
    gillena

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  14. Rosemary Nissen-Wade1 October 2018 at 14:42

    Oh gosh, I was so awkward, shy and self-conscious at 17, and at that stage did not experience the world as a nurturing or friendly place ... no thanks, I'd rather not go back!

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