Mr. Robling's Time

Thanks to Wade and thanks to you for creating a fresh poetic reality. I like how you portray both sides of wander lust as well as coming to terms with one's life.

I have read this twice, but have not been able to comment because I'm working from home today and was ill last night. Anyhow, this poem is grand and I am so thrilled that your writing has returned in our group. This gave me a glimpse into your life, inspiration, and daughter that intrigued me. I think there's a wanderer in all of us, but not everyone is fortunate enough to travel. Thank you for sharing your talent with us. I really enjoyed the read both times.

Daniel, I too longed to escape the expanses of that 'great gray Banal Sea'. I think the spirit of the wanderer stays with us, in some form, throughout our lives. I really love the way you reflect on your life here. A very intriguing and beautiful write.

I have enjoyed this much!! Glad to see you are writing!
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !

I'm back to read this again ~ the words really resonate within me.

JAN> I'm glad you got the gist of the poem: protraying both sides of wanderlust~ the good resuts and the not-so-good. Thanks!

JENNIFER> The down-side of my travelling was doing something that most musicians know just doesn't work ~ hauling your wife and two children on the road. This was done off-and on from the ages of toddler's to teenagers. I wanted to prove the nay-sayer's wrong. We were and thank goodness are still are a close-knit family, but our children would spent an average of only one year at each school. The three of them have always been my greatest fans. My daughter Sarah is 30 and son David is 27. They both lead good lives, but my daughter, especially, has moved her 8 year old son from pillar to post since he was born. It's nice to see the world, but not when it's done for the purpose of trying to fill the emptiness of being rootless and restless. I travelled extensively with my evangelist father from age 13 to 17, and never had a chance to develope close relationships. You get used to the excitement of the novelty of meeting new people, knowing that you'll probably never see them again. Then I put my children through that!!! I think the poem says it best.
But I'm so glad you liked it and was intrigued. Thanks!

SUE> I'm so very pleased that you liked my reflections and were intrigued. Also pleased that you returned to it and the words mean enough to resonate within you. That's pleasing to me! Thank you, my dear!!

MARIANNE> 'MAGNIFICENT and singularly unique.' I can live with that! Travelling is good when when you're not dragging your children with you like luggage. I've come to terms with this though. But for the cathartic effect to really work, I had to take a good look at myself and be brutally honest. I'm not being too hard on myself, though it may seem so. There are so many people in these 'enlightened"' times that don't face responsibility. There must be a balance of self-critizing and forgiving oneself. Anyway, thanks for your lovely comments, my dear sweet Marianne!

MICHELLE> Glad you enjoyed it! I'm once again digging even deeper to work through my mental and physical pain. The what I believe to be honest comments is inspiring and is some kind of a painkiller. Thanks! Thanks to all of you!

And thanks to you, Daniel, for putting your heart and experience into pure poetry.

Most beautiful — and meaningful, Daniel.

Thank you.

A wonderful poem, Daniel. Thank you for sharing.

Stark and real. Very nicely done. Some regret, eh?
Life goes on no matter what we say....

Thank you for the window into your soul, I hope there are better days ahead.

Daniel ~ I am so glad to read something from you. I really missed you. This really made be think about many things.

I'm sending a BIG HUG to you! This is FEATURED in Artistic Minds®

I look forward to your next writing.

I am amazed with your choice of words... they are speaking for themselves. You have so much to say to us. Alas, your health restrains this wonderful spirit.
The rootlessness of the travel lust is something I once felt then quickly became caged.
Anyway thank you and Mr. Wade for this creation.

The trainer

I truly love this, and I hope to read more of you.. God bless Wade, who is also talented, for getting you going.. I understand the slumps. But if a short one causes you to write so personally, and so deep, with wonderful wording, I will not complain. Only hope it is gone and you are back. Beautiful. Ellen B

Oh you are SO talented, Daniel......

This would be great put to music.
I enjoy reading you very much.

Oh, this I related to so very well indeed, it brought to mind my father poignantly and myself with all of him that's inside me. The good, the bad and the ugly was not only my dad's favorite tune but also what is found in all of life, especially this wanderlust. You've portrayed the reality so very well. I liked this line particularly, " Mind, spirit and body defines age as value
Used to be measured by quality not by
Quantity," I still, or should I say as of late and currently, define it by quality not quantity.
Very well done and I thank you for bringing my attention to this!!

MARIANNE> Thanks, sweetheart, for re-visiting and your kindness and good advice.

JAN> Thanks for re-visiting and for your kindness.

JOHN> CHERYL> PEPSIE> Thanks for your kind comments.

RENE> Thanks for your kindness. Here's a BIG HUG right back to ya! Also,thanks for the feature!!!

PODDAR> Thanks for your kindness and lovely sentiment.

ELLEN> Thanks to you also for your kindness and lovely sentiment.

KATHRYN> T B> Glad you both enjoyed it.

RUTH> I, too get much of 'the good, the bad, and the ugly' from my father. Glad you can relate to it. Thanks for your kindness.

Daniel, I did enjoy it. You look across a vast expanse of time through eyes that see what I agree with Jan is a ¨fresh poetic reality.¨ This was a very moving, unsentimental portrait of life lived forever young.

"The grass is still a bit green." There's something remarkably evocative about that simple statement, and the whole poem.

I find your poem to be infinitely sad, Daniel, perhaps because it takes the measure of us all. But one important bit of sunshine is that I see something enduring - your talent. May you thrive on that and knowing readers look to you for new works of art.

JOHN F.> Interesting how you see the 'forever young' side of the duality of a younger person that has aged well beyond their years in mind and body. Thanks for your insightful perspective.

SHEILA> Glad you liked it. Thanks for the kind words.

BARBARY> Glad you liked the poem, and thanks for the '... bit of sunshine.'

glad that wade helped get you out of your slump. living with chronic pain for the past 12+ years, i can totally empathize with this. i liken myself to an old cat.

I'm quite very much in the middle. I can appreciate both extremes though, having known one and trying to learn the skills I'll need for the latter.

Your soments are hallmarks of a wise man, Ron. Thanks for your candor. It's got to be taken and learned one day at a time, my friend.

thx for sharing................ :O)

CC, With me it's inoperable spinal tumors from just below my neck to my lower back. This is compounded with fractured vertebrae and a number of herniated disks that have been a thorn in my flesh for 15 years. Needless to say, severe depression is the gods idea of the punch line to the whole joke. It ended my rock and roll career and keeps me semi-housebound. This is why I'm reaching out to kindred spirits for mutual support. I know everybody has their problems - many worse than mine. If you ever wish to share your dilemma, I'll always offer a sympathetic ear.

Thanks for stopping by, Pat.

Yes, sharing is good therepy, Barbara. We all have our own problems. Listening to someone elses problems makes you realize that you're not the only one that suffers. And there is always someone who is going through something much worse than what you are going through.
Thanks for your lovely comments.

I re-read your comment, Barb. I'm blown away by your keen insight regarding who I am due to wanderlust!!! Thanks!

Daniel, this is such a great description and a truly wonderful poem. The ageless boy in you has really managed to connect with your audience through this poem.

God bless you my friend.

The gentle cadence of your first five stanza spoke of difficulty in a comfortable relaxed state of mind. The contrast in tone starting in the sixth stanza rather startled me. This is like two separate poems to me.

Daniel, I am truly honored by your honorable mention, especially to a such an exquisite poem.
I think of you often and wonder how things are and hope that miracles exist. I know this life has a sharp razor's edge that cuts to the quick and we dare not look, for fear it will take us away. I know you and I have long since past that gaze, dare the look you and I. Maybe one day we will make it home and comfort will be our own, dare to look you and I.

Be well brother!

Bittersweet warmth. A good memoir, Daniel.

whether we are naiad or nomad, we are.

i suspect that's the whole point, too. -i respect what you've done--floating far a'field, letting your talent take you (nomad) and not stopping until you had to; finding a precious patch, perhaps, to call Home (naiad).

this is the essence of Perspective Gleaned. -which eyes see clearer, really? -those reintroduced to the Same-Ol' each day, or those that found Otherwise?

wonderful

Now this speaks beyond boyhood wonder and dreams.

This is some of the best poetry I have read lately.

Thank You.