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.
Just want to thank all of you for the great reviews
I found them all constructive~ somebody has chosen to mark O constructive on these reviews ~ just to let you know it was not I ~ I soo appreciate each review as always~ luv~Fran Marie:)
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
It's lovely! It's sad, bittersweet... the voice sounds like a deep longing... I imagine you as the unseen image in the picture and 'you were drawing the curtain aside, letting sunshine stream through, letting him see more than just sorow and misery'... ^_^