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  • By Mark Diaczun

The Endless Summer


But yesterday I was a child

And bounced my ball against our stoop

Without a care, without a fear,

Warmed by endless summer’s sun.


Life lay before me, clean and new,

A canvas for unpainted dreams,

Its colours yet a mystery –

What wonders would my brush create?


But yesterday I was a youth

And silent sat as teachers droned,

Pond’ring what the future held –

What would I do, and what become?


Soon the first brushstroke would begin

To paint the picture of my life.

Could my hand slip and mar the work

And fail to form a masterpiece?


Now years have passed me quickly by,

The painting simple, framed and hung,

And gazing back upon my life

I wonder if the dreams are o’er.


Is there a canvas yet to paint?

Though I am old, is there yet time

To start again, to try again?

To choose another choice anew?


And welling up within my heart

I feel the child that once I was,

And list’ning closely seem to hear

The ball yet bouncing ‘gainst our stoop.


Yes, yes! it says. There is yet time.

Come play! come dream in summer’s sun!

For many canvases has life –

Take up your brush – begin to paint!


Mark Diaczun is an English teacher at College Prep International in Montreal. He has long believed that traditional poetry and self expression through verse need greater attention in our classrooms. For many years he has privately written both religious and secular verse, although this is the first time he has shared his simple attempts.

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martinmccarthy1956
martinmccarthy1956
2023年6月10日

I like the idea that the elderly should not be written off, or write themselves off. I'm not exactly in my prime years, but I know I'm writing my best poems now. The key to it is in the final line of your last stanza: 'Take up your brush - begin to paint!' In other words, don't procrastinate, do it. Well done, Mark.


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martinmccarthy1956
martinmccarthy1956
2023年6月12日
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I didn't know that, Bobby, but thank you for telling me. That alone proves my point. I'm very aware of your really fine poem, 'Fragile', and I left a comment for you in the comment section of David's last podcast. I think it was called Podcast # 25. My friend, Mike Burch, left one for you also. That was about two days ago, so you won't have to go far to find them.

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ddouthat09
ddouthat09
2023年6月10日

Behind the brush, behind the life lies the pallet of talents with which to construct life's picture.

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bobbyfunderburk1
bobbyfunderburk1
2023年6月10日

Intense and life-driven metaphor, our lives painted by the brushes we hold. And yes, there is always time for more as long as breath and body remain.

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bobbyfunderburk1
bobbyfunderburk1
2023年6月12日
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Thanks, Martin.


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