Good bye then,
I could not never pretend
To need to depend on anyone...
Goodbye, goodbye,
Let me climb my own tree,
I found it too
And you did not lead me to it
Nor can you climb it for me
Or make its highest branches
Any nearer...
The leaves are falling again
And I pick them up,
Just the same as anyone
Who can bend a little
To look for them...
I know- I save to much,
Upfront in my memory,
It is like an Attic-storing things
I may never use again
But cannot discard
Always keeping the past alive...
Being myself is something I must do,
Everyday-not now and then,
Or routinely five days a week...
The persistent hope of discovery
Sooner or later provides
A man who will always abide
By that which seems most perfect
And the nature of increase
Which is never satisfied...
©All Rights Reserved-2012
From beginning to end this piece is raw and honest. A fitting title for what you've expressed here. Excellent beginning and beautiful acknowledgements throughout. The last stanza is especially clever. Thanks for sharing.
A deep and honest emotional write with the last stanza deeply lyrical, mellifluous and introspective. A pleasure shared, thank you.
Is poetry, music, talent, all mixed. Much to learn from you Great Poet! ! ! ! !
Its like a cantata played in Italian opera sometimes back what i visited when someone reads it musically.Poetry on its way to a carnival.What more can one say when words fail in frailty to acknowledge the beauty in it.A hearts introspection or rather its mirror image of unstoppability could not have been better unless your write here Sir.Its like a discovery rediscovered.Spanking! and i did check the website.Could have been better your voice on poetry nevertheless good or bad rather than background music which i am not sure if yours also.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now that's definitely what I call A Heart that's Talking my friend. It's refreshing to have found a kindred spirit who understands how poetry is ment to be written. And you sir must have a beautiful soul when this is the product thereof, and it's one that I can fully understand and sympathize. =)