Indian Giver

learning the true meaning of giving

 

Indian Giver

I have these thoughts, deep inside my soul,

to not pretend, to not cajole,

and yet sometimes, beyond my sight,

I find that I have, this internal fight,

I give away, looking over my shoulder,

for that return of love, of the beholder,

and if for reason, whatever that it be,

this love is not returned, not returned to me,

I take back, what first I deliver,

I guess that makes me, an Indian Giver,

for if it true, there are no strings,

its just for caring and sharing brings,

release of all, selfish thoughts and acts,

I guess I'm no closer, no depth, just facts,

to giving freely, I still must learn,

or my internal hell, will forever burn

Gomer LePoet...

Reviews

[Ruth]

The scanning of this one to me is really good:) It carries the poem onwards in a really comforatable rhythm:)

The last lines is mind blowing, livibg with the internal hell, great imagery:) xx

[deeps]

Wow! This is just simply amazing and brillant at least I think so.
I love the flow and the poeticness in this. This is a very well
written write here. Enjoyable read.

[Desert Dreamer]

Your rhyming pattern reads well and feels natural. It is hard to give love freely and not to expect the feelings returned. Personally, I have to admit that I don't like the term "indian giver", it feels insulting knowing that the meaning of this term is nothing like the way of the natives (indians), but I do like your poem. Thank you for sharing.

[Wicahpi]

done there it says 'that is not the fault of the dead but the fault of the living' i did not get there was some one dead in this poem;
though the statement be the truth. learning to give is the easy part,
learning to forget and move forward is the hard part.

[Christina May Shanaberg]

I read this poem, several times, and found more in it, each time. I understand the concept and I like it; it's deeply rooted, in this poem. I like, "Looking over my shoulder for the return of love." If it's not there, why dwell on it and move on. Give your affections where they will be appreciated. You made me think!

[aftervision]

i am troubled with the term indian giver when love was not returned as given - that is not the fault of the dead but the fault of the living -- i love your words poet