I Kid You Not Poem by Magdalena Biela
I Kid You Not
My eyes tell always: 'I shan't! '
when people want the hunters' hunt,
yet, in their hunt I have been caught,
I kid you not.
At times I'm Arthur and Merlin,
my thoughts as swords come out and in,
Aye, with my crabbit thoughts I fought,
I kid you not.
While running on piano chord
my fingers build a better world
where children sleep in their cot,
I kid you not.
I teach a flower how to bloom,
a sun ray to avoid the gloom,
yet, people like not to be taught.
I kid you not.
A thousand years I tried to find
a blink of soul in every mind,
Yet, I cannot find what I sought,
I kid you not.
The magic words sleep in my wand
to unveil Shamrock from beyond
the rainbow to the golden pot.
I kid you not.
(Finland, February 2014)
This poem made me think of life choices, of humankind, love for Art, for good and beauty. Wonderful poem! Maybe because I am Spanish born we share more than we think in culture, Maddalena!
The path we walk in this life may be chosen already or may have the free will. It is up to us most of the time to choose good over evil. Excellent poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The refrain you found for this poem is so supple and ironic that it fits a variety of situations. While it meaning has a central point, it also changes subtly.The five situations that the refrain frames are inspired. I especially like the fourth about teaching natural things which are cooperative unlike people who resist. The quietest of the five is also the most poignant: as you play sweet music children are resting SAFELY. the first two deal with violence of which the first makes us feel fear but the second is the house divided against itself. I don't know which is worst but both waste resources to no good end. I'm glad the finall situation is a discovery of special powers that lead to treasure. It's deserved! Hearing you recite this poem was a peak experience.