life gets too serious sometimes,we need to think about that
Do not cry dear poet leave weeping for the willow I've read the tears you have cried each lonely night 'pon your weary pillow
Do not be sad of heart dear poet hear a tropical island's murmuring breeze Indigo waters rushing ashore with love written in sands of eternity
Do not wait too long dear poet for time swiftly bids you adeiu seek once again those azure skies of bliss and not to ponder why? but why not? if only once more to feel love's last kiss
Do not fear 'morrow's sun dear poet should it favor its shine upon thee. Perhaps,to change your negative view yes,'tis time to shed such harden skin and let destiny wield a brand new you.
This is tenderly-written, and nicely executed, delivered like a silent prayer of sympathy for the 'suffering artist'.. Reading between the lines, as it were, there is an interesting conflict concerning the relationship between 'living' and 'writing'. The message suggests that to experience life fully is the salvation of the writer's torments, but the balance between the idea and the reality is what makes the writer, I think. I have often debated this in my mind, and have gone through long periods of just 'living' and then long periods of being cosseted in the imagination. I'm not convinced that a good balance can be found, and anyone who does find it is a very lucky individual indeed.. The philosophy of the poem is not lost on me though, and its point is a significant one. I am merely scratching the surface with the psychology inspired by this poem, but I could on far too long..
Good work.
One thing that gets stuck in my craw at the cafe is when some older more experienced poets write scathing poetry to criticize the younger ones who can sometimes sound as if all is woe in their worlds. I even saw, just yesterday, some pompous a*s defining himself in his byline as someone who will blast anyone who's guilty of whining in a poem. That's why your tenderness is so exquisite, I almost swooned while reading this. Those who are down need uplifting & comfort, not criticism. If a bright path is not what they see, it's helpful to show them a bright path & help get them started down it. This is the height of compassion, which our old world could use a bunch more of! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
Thanks Margie
I absolutely agree
we should guide these
younger poets with .. read moreThanks Margie
I absolutely agree
we should guide these
younger poets with
an understanding
and show them the
direction they so need
I appreciate your kind
reviews as always;
Many times us poets tend to write mournfully and ponder things too long. I love the eloquent writing of this poem and the sentiment that continues through this whole piece
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
Thanks Kristina;
im so glad you
enjoyed this oldie
can't believe how
qui.. read moreThanks Kristina;
im so glad you
enjoyed this oldie
can't believe how
quickly time flies;
I appreciate your
kind words;
Wow. For the first time in a long time I have found a new favorite piece. Excellent word choice but casually written and the flow is absolutely divine as though the words themselves chose their place in this piece. :) beautiful work!
the understanding voice....we cry with our words, but yes, there are azure skies out there, and we can still find them...we cannot fear tomorrow because of yesterday.