The last stanza really called to me more than any other. The lines were sad and mournful in a way. A simplicity that mankind can no longer achieve amidst a technological storm that has created storms on the inside of our beings. The phrase you used of pillaged muses hurt my soul for it's far too true. There is no beauty in things today. No mystery, no magic when everything needs to be rationalized and proven. Truly melancholy write. I loved it.
The last stanza really called to me more than any other. The lines were sad and mournful in a way. A simplicity that mankind can no longer achieve amidst a technological storm that has created storms on the inside of our beings. The phrase you used of pillaged muses hurt my soul for it's far too true. There is no beauty in things today. No mystery, no magic when everything needs to be rationalized and proven. Truly melancholy write. I loved it.
We fly through this life holding up lies as truth, placing obstacles in our own way, denying change as we evolve, searching for meaning that remains hidden. Each line holds a thought with a greater depth suggested. A classroom exercise would be to write a full poetic piece starting with only one line. The rhythm doesn't flow well, but since each line can stand alone, it works well.
Well written and well worth the time to read and ponder.
true enjoyment of the words you put together. whta i see in what you wrote is that if someone doesnt have something they stand for, then they will be lost in this world. this is exactly what i got from your piece. great job!
To me, it just speaks the plain truth. Too many of us are getting caught up in the material world and forgetting to feed our souls. I think it is our souls hunger we attempt to feed....but too many don't know how to feed it correctly. It's like someone used to say all the time (can't site the source) ... inside we have a "God box" and when it's empty we feel the pain of it and try to fill it. Unfortunately, instead of filling it with God, or love, or spirituality, or compassion, we fill it instead with cars and houses and jewels and gadgets and wonder why we still feel empty while we supposedly have "everything". I wandered around emptied and put all the wrong things in my "hole". None of it made me whole....except my spirituality. This is a piercing write as it seems so many are oblivious to where to find serenity. Excellent write. Love the Welsh title....brings me back to the old country...where you can still find little havens of those who know the real deal. Love it!
Truth and poetry are intermarried. There is place for them in our word. I loved this write. I did notice a mis-spelling or two. Though, it took little away from the affects of your words.
Seems to me like how the world is today, I really enjoyed this. Powerful lines, and I like the use of a Welsh expression for the title. Nicely done. A Great Write.
That which is held in secret even in the face of those of whom you should tell...this is a touching, moving work. Full of delicate advice that pack a punch with such powerful lines. Great write. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha
I like it very much. It is a wonderful new modern way of some very old proverbs, which it speaks to me. A new way to say {do what thou wilt, an it harm none}, or the more frequent the, {do unto others} speech. It even has a bit of the, {I have a dream feel}, to it. Not to mention tis very true, material is no substitute, for real love.
As the wheel of time goes ever on, we change we learn and we shine, i am thankful this year for many reasons, i am 35 this year, so i look forward to an exciting year, with new friends, old acquainta.. more..