faces of men whisper of experience between ideas that come undone............
The spinning of the Earth is never interrupted for anyone. Although, faces of men whisper of experience between ideas that come undone.
Deep questions slide into all we know to be, step right in. Yet, we do not hesitate to look away, when their hours begin.
Looking back at the summer of our lives, were we supposed to hold hands? Perhaps we never tried, or merely gave up in the end.
Just another minute or two tries not too smile when reading what’s been said. We wait for justice, and then roll over playing dead.
Settling in, we do not mention lessons learned from each moment. Is this not a step towards what lies underneath our torment?
Are we running out of time and a foot behind, because we do not care? Do we only commit to that which comforts our own air?
Sometimes I doubt if we closed our eyes for a second we would see the entire picture, perhaps because, we refuse to see ourselves as we are, Imperfect Creatures.
This Poem is very beautiful. The author undoubtedly is aware that all humans are imperfect creatures. They wouldn't be human if they were perfect,because our imperfections is what make us humans The sixth and seventh stanzas hit home for me
Are we running out of time and a foot behind,
because we do not care?
Do we only commit to that which comforts
our own air?
Sometimes I doubt if we closed our eyes for a second
we would see the entire picture
perhaps because,we refuse to see ourselves
as we are,
Imperfect Creatures
I will not delve into pointless banter and glorification of your poem, yet, I will say: This work spoke to me deeply, affirmed my similar suspicions and gave a great imagery in your path to enlightenment on the subject.
Thanks for being a writer!
these words are powerful. i myself have used up time waiting for justice. but we cant give up,searching for ourselves, or the wisdom that shows us the way. does anyone really want to see the truth? ..... i do.
"Sometimes I doubt if we closed our eyes for a second
we would see the entire picture,
perhaps because, we refuse to see ourselves
as we are,
Imperfect Creatures."
Wow. This goes straight into my favourites. I've always been awed by writers who can say so much in such perfect rhythm and rhyme. Your poem does that. Outstanding poem. :)
That's right we always have to a maintain our humbleness
because we are all imperfect creatures.
I love the mood and the message of this poem.
Sounds like a relationship that's rocky at
times, as most relationships are.
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