Open Poetry #49 |
i am no longer sure of anything |
2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
I am no longer sure of anything, Neither of the poetry, nor the reality, Nor human feelings, Even love has moments so vague Roads which we cannot know, The desire is a bird who flies away When we approach him too closely. I am no more sure of anything, exepted one, the heat of the sun is made for me. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Loved your thoughts revealed within the lines of your poem, Yann, except the last line. In my opinion there should only be two seasons, fall and spring. One hundred degree weather is not my cup of tea. Neither is zero degrees in winter. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
thanks Jerry for all the comment, wgen i write the poem in french the word chaleur (heat) was a friendly word, as you put it it is more agressive in English, I will seek for a more specific word maybe yann |
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Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
Nous ne sommes rien sans le soleil, et je ne sais rien d'autre. Bravo! |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I can relate yann. |
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