Delicacy Of Life Poem by Obed dela Cruz

Delicacy Of Life

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I found myself enjoying wormwood’s bitterness
Thinking that it is the sweetest life can give me.
For too long I partook the bread of dire falseness
Knowing falsely that I ate life’s delicacy.

In the past, I have always been forced to digest
The rotten crops of my wasted strength and labor
Without even noticing that I’m greatly stressed
And should question if these things should I just ignore.

But now I understood what is sweet and bitter
And that I was just drunk throughout the past sour years.
The gladness I now feel I shall keep forever,
For never shall I again swallow my own tears.

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Copyright © 2010 by Obed Dela Cruz

(May 18,2010; Marikina City)

(This poem is written by OBED DC. To use this poem in a proper manner, please email him at [email protected])

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Eyan Desir 24 May 2010

I enjoy this write well express

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Clara Odelia Ciutara 23 May 2010

What a honest poem! This poem really draws me the passion of life's delicacy, nice job...

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Omar Ibrahim 21 May 2010

we have to thank God for every thing.that's a wonderful poem Obed! thanks for sharing

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Supriya Prathapan 21 May 2010

Gr8 poem. Yes, self-introspection is important. They are certain things which we think make us happy, but deep down even we know that we need something else. I sense extreme sorrow in these lines.10+

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Ency Bearis 20 May 2010

A logical thoughts and presented well, wonderful poem.

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Zeinab Sherif 22 July 2010

well done! that's a new unique piece i'm waitin for new issues & more deep.KEEP IT UP & EXCELLENT.

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Emily Core 06 June 2010

not every one gets sweetness

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Kranthi Pothineni 29 May 2010

Nice one. I prefer not to swallow my own tears? Anyways good.

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Joseph Poewhit 28 May 2010

Captures man's frailty very well.

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I found myself enjoying wormwood’s bitterness Thinking that it is the sweetest life can give me. For too long I partook the bread of dire falseness Knowing falsely that I ate life’s delicacy. Sounds like a medieval setting or Gothic. Would have been interesting if you had expanded on the first stanza with another stanza to expand those ideas. 10

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