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.
One shouldn't stand naked in the sunlight for very long where I come from.
Oddly I have a recurring nightmare where I find myself walking naked through common daily activities and no one except me seems to notice or care. Very disturbing! I don't understand why this particular dream visits me so often.
My bizarre dreams notwithstanding, I feel reassuring and confidence in this piece. I picture you talking with one of your daughters. When the conversation is finished she smiles and gives you a sound hugging, feeling much better about herself.
Damn!!!!! you have expressed inner feelings and shared it, with such soft elegance, which took just a few paragraphs. This is fine poetry. I am learning, can't wait to read more.
These are profound thoughts... how well you understand that we are always growing and that we learn new things that give us new confidence... though sometimes we become frightened and hold back... But we can hold hands and find comfort and strength
This feels like a support post for someone. Perhaps for someone unsure about something ... writing, self .... this feels like "Don't worry! You will grow into this."
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..