(not a great poem - but heartfelt)
What time is there
To get things wrong?
Tread a thousand grapes
For one drop of wine?
Allow fear
To cloud
Judgement?
Doubt
To soil
Beauty?
This life
So short
Demands more
Of you
Of me
Of all
These arms are all embracing
This mind a blank sheet
This heart an open road
Good stuff!
Cx
Not so sure your mind`s ever a "blank sheet" Isobel. Seems to me it`s always teeming with words.... ideas.... stanzas....metre....etc... etc... etc ....... xxxxxx
Yes - I think you are all with me really. Never intended to explain myself but what the hell... The words 'Lay it down' were possibly the last words heard by someone very dear to me. They will always speak to me of the ephemeral nature of life and the necessity of making our actions count. It is so easy to get caught up with trivia, to follow the pack, to get things wrong... Often we strive for things that we never really needed in the first place and realise too late. The last 3 lines is the dream - sometimes I think I've got there and then I have a relapse cos I'm only human.
Steve - you are maybe right to say that the impure and the ignoble elements make life interesting. Perhaps heaven is a very boring place and there is a place for evil in this world! An interesting thought....
I should make all my poems so obscure - they attract more comment! LOL Thanks to all.
Isobel x
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Fri 5th Jun 2009 11:26
Hi Isobel,
it's a shame to waste energy and our thoughts on the things which worry us.
It's better to be open and honest as possible to be able to live free with a clear mind knowing what we know to be true and real.
Time will tell is all very well but it's now which counts down seconds, minutes turn into hours, hours into days, then weeks, months, years and into infinity.....
Like this Isobel. I like it a lot!
Janet.x
There is a purity and nobility about this poem, Isobel, which is refreshing.
Paradoxically, however, it is so often the impure and the ignoble elements of humanity which make life interesting!
I love the last few lines in particular, Isobel.. I really enjoyed it!
This poem wasn't really about time - that was just one element - but thanks for reading - I appreciate your comments.
Isobel x
So right Izo... Life is too short to stuff a mushroom...
'Grasp yer 'tunities'...
as my dear old Gran used to say when she was sober.
Cheers
Gus x
Gus X
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Anthony Emmerson
Fri 12th Jun 2009 12:46
Hi Isobel,
I'm not sure why you chose to preface this poem with - (not a great poem - but heartfelt)
What is a great poem, if not heartfelt? Indeed, what is a poem? It's a question I struggle with daily. I don't believe there is a definitive answer to the question - there are probably as many answers as there are poems - and poets. All I know is that for me it has to move me in some way, shift my thinking, touch me so I can feel it. And after it has gone there is a little something left behind - like an echo in the heart. Yes, it is soft and far way, but I hear it.
Regards,
A.E.