The Flow Poem by Sandra Feldman
The Flow
Air flows and so does water,
And our lives flow, bitter edge,
We're always but a quarter,
From falling off a ledge,
Wishing, the unattainable,
Wanting to know secrets too,
Why were we born so disabled,
To never know what to do?
Sandra, your poem flows so silkily along that new Sandra Feldman readers may think they are merely on a joy-ride but then you write as only you can- - - - - - - - - - - We're always but a quarter, From falling off a ledge, - - - - - - - - - - That is so perfect a wake-up call, Sandra. And then you leave your readers but you leave them with questions and thoughts and ideas to ponder by the side of the stream flowing by us. 10 of course!
A poem that forces me to think. very nice to read. sorry to interrupt, but I think there are answers
We are just hairless apes. Animals with self awareness. At least we can ask the question, even if we can not answer it
What good is asking the questions if there are no answers, is that perhaps progress?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 4:52:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I'm with Susan, Sandra. Your imagery is flowing even though the answers may be the rocks. We must keep asking the questions, even when we don't get the answers or often aren't smart enough to think to ask them. Keep challenging yourself and all of us! Take care! :) Lovely writing.