Why must it be like slivers, like crumbs
Why can't I hold anything in my hands
Why does it feel like accidents, like chance
Why must everything slip away like sand
If I could just hold everything all at once
I would have them molded in the shape of my palms
If I could hold anything, anything!
I would be their cradle and song
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
same poem w/ photograph can bee see at:
www.sonyaflorentino.blogspot.com/2009/09/cradle_05.html
This is a beautifully crafted poem and has such depth of feeling, also a philosophical idea enclosed in it, its really quite remarkable! I love the way you set out with a group of rhetorical questions, then answer them in subjunctive sentences. it is really quite an thought-provoking piece. But also we can hear your frustration, almost to the point of angry tears, or despondency. At least that is how I hear you saying this.
so many things in life slip right through our fingers, your poem is a perfect reflecion of that. theree are many things we want to hold on to in life that somehow get away from us
the last two lines are beautifully poetic, Sonya...to be one's cradle and song...incredible imagination...10+
I love this. It's sad in a way. It seems like everything we want slips through our fingers. But then again, if nothing slipped away then we wouldn't love something when we held it.
Again a nice one indeed.. Your language is very free flowing.. lovely to read indeed... loves shan
Nicely penned; but if wishes are fulfilled then life won't be LIFE? !
things don't last. that's what makes them important. beautiful poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such vivid images, such heartfelt sentiment - from the title to the wistful closing line, this poem is remarkable. S :)