Award Acknowledgements and Repost: Yeats Warned Me

Time has been getting away from me lately, and I apologize for being behind on acknowledging your visits, and reading and commenting on your posts. Once more I am resorting to a repost, one that rather reflects my mood of late, and I trust will offer more in the way of hope than regret to all those who read it for the first and second time.

I would like to make a specific and belated thank you to Susan Moffat (Writing Glimmers – a collection of original poetry and prose) for nominating me for One Lovely Blog Award, and to the London Flower Lover  who nominated me for the Reality Award. Please visit their wonderful sites as soon as you can, and, perhaps, also sample some of the other blogs they nominated.

I am so grateful to everyone who has encouraged and supported my writing and artwork, and who befriended me sight unseen. I award all of you my heartfelt wishes for health and happiness!

As I grow older
I become
lost in youthfulness.
The sky draws darker
starry innocence
while water
at its deepening
appears less troubled,
and leaves fall
fast into winter
full of sleep
yet not so gray as
the sun comes closer.
Most poets
love the shadows deep,
pilgrim souls
the wandering days
changing everything
and nothing.
But Yeats warned me
of regret,
I’ve been waiting
and expecting it
as prickly
as the thistle down
and out of
time for murmuring
how love did escape
to will more
of life in its wake.

Writing note: Here is the poem that prompted mine… 

When You Are Old

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)  

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18 thoughts on “Award Acknowledgements and Repost: Yeats Warned Me

  1. Diane,

    Coming to your site gives such a journey of contented sighs.
    Your work, both the written word and the beautiful paintings,
    shows such a balance, such an embracing acceptance and love
    for your surroundings, and it shows to me a person who is at peace
    with herself. Such beauty in all your art, I always stay longer than I
    intended and I am always glad I did.



    • Oh, what a lovely comment, Sarah. I am glad I can offer something of myself that is balanced and accepting and at peace, as I don’t always feel like I am. It is lovely to have you visit and I am so glad you stay a while. Too bad we can’t share a cup of tea! Blessings, Diane ♥


  2. Well done! You deserve awards. 🙂

    PS. I’m unfollowing your blog in the system but don’t worry – will still be reading – am just changing the way I get to people’s blogs. Shall be posting about it soon.


  3. Diane! You deserve all the awards you receive one hundred fold,

    This is the first time I have read this and it won’t be the last; it’s as beautiful as the thistle is prickly:)

    Your work never ceases to wrap me cozily in nature’s calming blanket.

    As someone once remarked to me – growing old is better than the alternative 🙂

    With lots of love and hugs

    Christine xxx


    • Hi Christine! (For some reason I keep having to approve your comments … doesn’t the wordpress genie know that I ALWAYS approve of hearing from you! It is so wonderful to know that if I can’t give you a real hug, then at least my words and paintings offer one from afar (but oh so close!) And yes, growing old is better than the alternative! Love ya! Diane ♥


  4. Hi Diane, Congratulations on the well deserved awards!

    This poem really spoke to me, getting older is not always fun, but I think no one wants to really miss it somehow…

    Lovely posting,
    love and hugs xx


    • Hi, Ina! Thank you! Yes, this is one of my favorites, actually most of it written quite a few years ago. I am so glad it resonated with you.

      Love this:
      ‘getting older is not always fun, but I think no one wants to really miss it somehow…’ How very true! Love and hugs, Diane ♥


  5. Ahhh Diane, you never disappoint us–it’s like a mini-vaca, coming here, being in your company for a bit. Heartfelt congratulations on your awards–well deserved, all!! God bless you Big–love, Caddo


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