Open Poetry #47 |
Ain't no paradise |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I touched the rose just one time Just enough that it could see What a sad soul of the tired man could be A man sees what others may already be Sometimes I sleep when others cannot Sometimes I question what I should not But sometimes I wish for this pain to leave For this strange life to give me a sea A plea if you will I see what I can But I donÕt understand everything that runs through my head Sometimes I just wish I could be in love For I have lived a short time But I have yet to find anything of comfort Anything of salvation Sometimes I breathe, But I cannot see I cannot see the trees as well anymore And when I wake If I do It still hurts to open my eyes And know that I am still alone Even within my thoughts I am alone For they remain the same, rather empty Maybe complacent But I search And I guess I fight But I donÕt seem to understand Where this road will take me Where do I go When do I stop questioning When will I be able to see the trees, again? |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Whilst I understand the possibility of the poem either not being about you, or if it is, perhaps not being about how you feel at the moment, there are things I want to say, just in case it is about you and how you feel currently. Please forgive me if I am being boring and bland and Pollyanna-ish. There are parts of this poem, Tomer, that I understand very well. Without wanting to sound a know-all, there are places too where I feel that I have learnt lessons that I can pass on. Probably everything I am going to say is what you know, have heard before and isn’t much use, but I mean well, which doesn’t mean it will help, but I am trying. As wonderful as it is to be in love, it isn’t something that can be rushed or forced. Without wanting to make light of your feelings, the second half of the nursery rhyme about Bo Peep, has a very wise part to it: Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep and doesn’t know where to find them. Leave them alone and they will come home, wagging their tails behind them. If you stop very specifically wanting to fall in love, it could happen spontaneously and soon. However, things don’t always turn out the way we want them to, and there is another lovely quote that I found as a teenager and passed on to my son who often quotes it (it is by W J S – whoever that may be and I found it in the April 1960 edition of the Readers’ Digest) The really happy man is the one who can enjoy the scenery when he has to take a detour. Something else that may help a bit is this really awful poem I wrote when I was 16. Although it is so awful I believe that the essence of it s worthwhile – and it was exactly true and helped me at the time: WHAT? WHERE? 1961 I knew the deepest despair I’d ever known - then, A desperate longing for something I knew not, A horrible dread of something - it was not fear - Just a deep dull ache, A reasonless feeling of nothingness. Something was missing - My mind writhed and reeled and searched for some imageless image, But like a man in space, its dead tentacles reached out at nothing. Blankly my dulled gaze fell On a patch of sunlight on the carpet. I had found what I wanted - a golden patch of sunlight on a blue carpet. Owl Without wanting to sound trite, or unfeeling, those trees really are there. Take some time and really look at them. Examine them from top to bottom and top again. Let real or imaginary sunshine relax your shoulders and let your feelings go and feel the trees in every possible way, and you will see them again, perhaps not the first time you try - maybe only the twenty-first. Sorry for all of the above if it didn’t help! Smiles. Owl |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I forgot to say how beautiful and sensitive I found the poem. Owl |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Owl, I appreciate the insight. I think that's even an understatement. In some ways the story is about myself but not entirely. I simply see a lot of doom and gloom in my days, a lot. In many ways, love is just a metaphor for a reason to believe there is hope out there for me. But, your words are taken to heart. Love should never be rushed into. I have seen this be the downfall of many. Appreciate the support. Here's to another day. Take care Cheers |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
My pleasure, Tomer. I hear all you have said. You know, I have found that if you allow yourself to fall in love with life, either everything GETS better or at least SEEMS better - and either way, that is a Win/Win situation. Owl |
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