Carlson Poem by Liza Sud
Carlson
Carlson - a dream
of a male subconscious.
to be elder brother
for the younger one.
Maybe something happened:
It was a rejection -
and there is one chance left-
through the window come.
This is - a resentment:
I can disappear.
Kindness and the power:
I may come and help.
And it is a mockery
over the exposed.
it is a strange buzz in
ears of Freken Bok.
Partly - it's an angel,
anyway not mournful.
It is aid from heaven.
Sure it will come!
to the stars it's close.
This is - life on the roof.
So the soul dreams always -
to commit her flight!
After long gap and pause a nice poem from you, hope all is fine at your end.....I liked it....10+++++
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4/23/2024 2:43:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
We can surely agree human beings need both kindness and power lavished on them, but we cannot achieve our highest aspirations however much we might hope to. Prayer illustrates this dramatically: we pray to God to give us what we cannot acquire by our native strength. But even prayer is limited: it doesn't fulfill what we want, unless God wills it. At this moment I am listening to Mussorgsky's KHOVANSHCHINA about the Old Believers who died rather than submitting to Czar Peter. I'm listening to their leader Dosifei telling them to prepare for the ultimate sacrifice and they respond in the softest tones of faith. I can admire their courage while another part of me deplores their mass suicide.