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
Do we only commit to that which comforts
our own air?
Well penned.....it's human nature to pursue what feels good. Selfish by design. Some are blessed to recognize this fault and make an effort to improve apon this; while others do not.
Incredible, as always. A poem that deals as much with acceptance of what we can't or can't be bothered to change. But underneath a rale against the shadows of the night. And while we may be imperfect creatures, could perfection be bland? Am I talking twaddle? who knows. But the poem is terrific and I loved every last second of it.
I HAVE TO SAY I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS POEM, BUT THAT LAST STANZA IS MY FAVORITE! IT REALLY SPEAKS A THOUSAND WORDS. OFTEN WE TRY TO FORGET OR WE "...refuse to see ourselves
as we are..." THAT IS SO POWERFUL.
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