A charred piece of bread doesn't care
if it is given the name of “toast.”
Neither does a bird pause its song
to see itself properly identified
in little Darwinian field books. A flower
will open to the sun, unseen by human eyes.
A man, however, whose particular scent
and soul are not memorable, wilts,
decomposing cell by cell, the
divine fire smothered out.
But humans need a name, to identify with ego, and of course to make a noise, birds do not need a name, flowers quietly announce their arrival, by the beauty of their presence. Lovely poem Bob
pretty good poem, contains some deep true messages........ kinda hard for me to understand it (native language arabic, age 15) LooL but good, i liked it, got the msg ^_^
Thanks for the heads up. Nice and short. Interesting thoughts.
I like.. and yet.. as a Man.. I yearn to understand the thoughts and source of your each and every hinging meaning of each word which persistently resonate to be heard. Thank you for sharing with me As I meander through this world on my path of destiny. Merci ~le Griot Electronique xirca 1 09
A well crafted poem, with a good sense of identification, nice message 2 take home.A little more cud have accomplished it though.
A very powerfully deep message presented with pure sentiments...A good piece but i think some prosing will still work.
I found this poem quite interesting. I hope humans will also learn to be simple and free giving like the birds and flowers.
I found this poem quite interesting. I hope humans will also learn to be simple and free giving like the birds and flowers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey, Sheryl! Am so glad you gave me the honor to critique your poem. Well, am always very frank with my poem comments. No hard feelins ai'te? Ur start-off was exquisite and abreast with the title but, thenceforth your lines suggested another title. The poem is outline with ingrained ironical meanings. I admire the poetic piece. Check out some of mine.