Sunday, February 27, 2011

A Poem for the Last Sunday in February



"Sometimes"

Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

A people sometimes will step back from war,
elect an honest man; decide they care
enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.

~ Sheenagh Pugh




Sheenagh Pugh is a poet from Cardiff, Wales.

Winslow Homer  "Weary"

31 comments:

  1. Teresa,
    This poem is lovely...I like the last two lines beginning with 'The sun...'
    thanks for sharing and I actually didn't realize it was the last Sunday in February; my goodness!

    ReplyDelete
  2. A pretty wish, and it has a peaceful rhythym to it (although I can't explain what that means...it just does). Thanks! (pretty funny about the video, BTW.)

    ReplyDelete
  3. This month leaves us with a lovely poem. Thank you

    ReplyDelete
  4. The last Sunday in February...so final!

    The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
    that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.

    This is soooo Welsh...may it happen for you, implying that there's no chance it will happen for him...ah, that melancholy streak! Gotta love the Welsh. Lovely way to end the month, Teresa!

    ReplyDelete
  5. Thank you for a lovely poem, Teresa and the beautiful Winslow Homer painting to go with it. A good way to say good-bye to February and hello to March.
    Grethe

    ReplyDelete
  6. Thank You Tracy, Li, and Steve. Another moment when I opened the book at random and there it was.

    Note to Kittie: I didn't see or feel melancholia, although I know the Welsh seem to be noted for that. I saw it more as just a wish for good and whatever sorrows a person may be feeling, that would they would lift, the sun, the Light, would melt them away...

    Grethe, Yes, goodbye to February and hello to March!

    ReplyDelete
  7. The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow... I like the pervading tone of hope in this poem. Perfect for the end of February and winter's assault.

    ReplyDelete
  8. Thank you, Paul. Poetry is so essential. Your post today illustrates that beautifully.

    ReplyDelete
  9. Perfect poem....
    Sometimes people do their best to help other people ...this is what is being done in Christchurch for the people of Christchurch. A group of volunteers, more than 18,000 many of them students, are doing just that. Helping in any way they can.
    Sometimes people really do care.

    ReplyDelete
  10. Yes, Marilyn. Thank you so much for commenting. Christchurch is such a fine example of the good people that inhabit this sometimes painful, yet always beautiful world.

    ReplyDelete
  11. The perfect words for me to read on this stormy Monday morning. Thank you so much.

    ReplyDelete
  12. Bill, Nothing like poetry to get straight to the heart of the matter. Thanks for reading. Storms Never Last....

    ReplyDelete
  13. I love the poem and the painting Teresa E. Yes.

    ReplyDelete
  14. Such a hopeful poem. I find the last line particularly appealing. I think if folks say they hope sorrow will lift for others, then it may help their sorrow lift or melt away, the power of words spoken, the power of one's wishes for another. Thanks so much.

    ReplyDelete
  15. A very pretty poem indeed! Beautiful words!
    xo Catherine

    ReplyDelete
  16. Linda S. Beautifully put. Your comment captures what I felt, too. Thank you for articulating it so well.

    Catherine, I hope spring is lifting its head up there in Saskatchewan for you. Soon!

    ReplyDelete
  17. My first thought was I wish I had read this on Sunday, but, on second thought, today, the 1st of March, is perfect with the sun is peeking through, the daffodils are starting to poke earth, and the air has a different feel to it. It was just the perfect poem for me to find today, and the eagerness abounds to read more of Sheenagh Pugh.

    ReplyDelete
  18. I agree, Penny, there is a different feel to the air today. Perhaps it's just being here, in March, but it feels really good.

    ReplyDelete
  19. You always find poetry or words to leave us with positive thoughts. How sweet of you. We need a lot of positive reinforcement each day so we don't become Grumpys. Holy Moly.... it's March 1 today.
    Love and Peace

    ReplyDelete
  20. My Dear Manzanita! I've been a bit grumpy meself, off and on, so it's an antidote for me, as well. Still, I shall remain a shameless hope-monger, homemade, of course.

    ReplyDelete
  21. i will have the hope~ i need things to go as i hope they are meant to for my happiness. thanks for the poem. i wish that the sun will also thaw your hard frozen desires, too.
    michelle

    ReplyDelete
  22. That really is a beautiful poem. Thank you.

    ReplyDelete
  23. Thank you, Michelle. It's always so good to hear from you.

    You, too, Cheryl. I appreciate your comments, your taking the time to read my posts. It means a lot to me.

    ReplyDelete
  24. There is a freshness of thought about the poem which makes it a pleasure to read, Thanks for bringing it to my attention.

    ReplyDelete
  25. Ice...a poem by Cletis Stump for Teresa

    "Woman, like water, frozen and held against her will never ceases to struggle." c. Cletis Stump

    ReplyDelete
  26. Alan, my fellow Oddfellow... thanks.



    Cletis, Thank you...I think.
    Must. Keep. Moving. :) Perhaps I should learn to surrender...

    ReplyDelete
  27. Strong & Meaningful Words.A New Poet To Me.Thanks For Directing Her To Me.

    ReplyDelete
  28. My pleasure. She was new to me, as well. Thanks so much for visiting.

    ReplyDelete