Open Poetry #47 |
Fool's Hope |
pen&paper Senior Member
since 2006-06-06
Posts 513 |
Why am I never done with you? Each replaced by a thousand Numbers (Evil that they are!) Too great to comprehend This blood flow cannot be staunched I can only wait Til I am bled dry As if I could ever be bereft of thought! Why? This curse, this blessing...this God-given gift Which I love...and fear I love the freedom given And fear the prison looming I love the continuity And fear the ceasing Do I live in love or fear? The romantics would say love But I am not a romantic Am I? The pessimists would say fear (and claim realism) But I am not a pessimist Am I? I think...that I must live my life in hope that I might know only love and need never fear. I live my life a fool. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Superb, superb, superb! You are embracing the freedom to be vulnerable! I am 65 and nearly 66, and I have done it all my life - sobbed many tears and sung many joys - and I wouldn't have it otherwise. This is an amazing introspective work of honest self-questioning, self-analysis and self-knowledge which all adds up (numbers again!) to self-worth. We all need the balance you weigh up in this poem. We also need the fear to a certain degree - it is counterpoint to hope and allows hope to keep its feet on the ground while its head is in the clouds - a delightful place to be. I have often described myself as a realistic idealist. Well, if you are a fool, you are one of the wisest fools I have ever come across! Owl |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"I think...that I must live my life in hope that I might know only love and need never fear. I live my life a fool." Powerful write. Enjoyed the inner conflict, and self defining conclusion. JL Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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flash Member
since 2010-11-28
Posts 213miami beach, florida |
I love self-reflective poems that pose questions because the reader (along with the poet) will ponder and reflect deeper when confronted with a ?? Enjoyed the read, Al |
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