I like the first two lines because they are dramatic and like a paradox as they run parallel to one another. I wonder why it went downhill. How come you ended it in such frailty? It went from power to powerless, hope to doubt. Interesting, maybe you meant is that way. I read over and I ponder if the author has shaped the poem in the lines of his mind and the scripture, "being like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind." I wonder if the position of the stanza symbolize the sway.
However, this line, I do not understand, "and take a hold of the reins that guide all these untouchable things." These two I don't understand either, "using my gifts within to shape a new day/am I able to rebuild or is it just a waste." Or you know what maybe it's like a contemplation of wills. I don't know. That's my view.
Thanks for sharing!
Sincerely Livana Lowell (LL)
God bless
Posted 12 Years Ago
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12 Years Ago
This poem is the questioning of something that I already know is possible. Therefor the sway in the .. read moreThis poem is the questioning of something that I already know is possible. Therefor the sway in the writing. In the end it is the scripture that reminds me that this is doubt. Thank you for your thought provoking reviews.
It's natural for us to doubt, no matter what experiences we've had, because we've all had times where we've felt like God's not there. But I don't think that's doubt in God, I think thats just doubt in your strength. We all worry that we are not strong enough to do whatever it is we are called to do. Or maybe its just me, but anyway, I understand how you feel here.
great job once more. i love your poems. keep writing!! :)
Posted 12 Years Ago
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You must have seen first the deepest or darkest doom, before new things, can open in light, or will bloom. This one speaks to me so much! I loved it.
All the wonders, are thought out, yet natural be puzzled :)
"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..