E..,In my country poets are called ''MAJNOON'',a folk tale character from the sands of Arab,who wandered in deserts searching for LAILAH[his beloved]and died after her death,a majnoon is the one who is crazy in love,In the city that time an order was passed to stone him to death if he would come searching for LAILAH,so yes,some might think those who love words are crazy but why pens like you would flinch,when all the stones of Arab couldnot keep majnoon away,you must keep on quenching this thirst,if it is Hashish ,it flows in your blood,you cann't live without it ,you must write,
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This poem made me initially think of the transition from childhood into becoming adults, where we go from being innocently confident and unembarrassed about ourselves not only as people but our naked form, to overcompensating later in life where our form and self are far too cringeworthy to ever be judged. Combining that with the overall sense of religious zeal/flavour running throughout the poem, I found myself thinking this could easily be about our need to cover up in the eyes of God.
That original sanctity that our body is holy and not for the eyes of others is rich within this poem as there is talk of devotion to a god and that the readers voice/word is just as worthy as the writer's. I think that adds a bit more depth to the poem if somewhat implicit of the presence of a prophet/messiah within the piece.
I like the author's note as it does shed light on the context on the whole and lets us understand exactly what is going on.
And both days are equally as magnificent in their scope. Wow, this must have been a grand conversation to manifest such all encompassing thoughts. Nice job.
Wow! Wow! Such a command of the pithy statement - each line brought a new gasp and the last four lines took my breath away. Brilliant stuff - such truth in simplicity.
Some days we are the poet
searching
and some days we are the beloved
found.
your meanderings are always so philosophically grounded - lines like - "I lived without a voice once and would never wish to live such a life again." and then the last stanza - well most of the poem to be honest - you revel in worthy thoughts! nice!
Oh, darlin, I loooooooooooove this piece. It activated my heart chakra! I totally feel warm now. This also speaks very loudly to my memories and I;m not faking that tear in my eye. I love this, it's a beautiful message delivered so eloquently. Great writing as always. cheers.
Oh, darlin, I loooooooooooove this piece. It activated my heart chakra! I totally feel warm now. This also speaks very loudly to my memories and I;m not faking that tear in my eye. I love this, it's a beautiful message delivered so eloquently. Great writing as always. cheers.
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..