Sentences are not
in conjunction
beginnings and endings
mixed
like the Bohemian story of a refugee-
without home, without friends.
The fortune teller said:
look to the future,
Tuesday is your lucky day.
The poet said:
Those nights -
when you recognised the villages
by the barking and the smoking fires
perhaps you were there.
Sentences were separated
like parts of a shipwreck
or the doubtful glances of eldrely women.
The words had been cut to some different sound -
that voice in the corner of the room
which sometimes repeated to you,
low and lower,
your sorrowful song
then changed to harsh cry -
and tears dried
and the letters of the words
have fallen
searching for a new word for life -
newer
truer
simpler.
Sentences were separated / like parts of a shipwreck / or the doubtful glances of eldrely women.. - - You have been endowed with a magnificent pen and you have been diligent in using it with power and love- -even in admonishment there is love. I am in total awe here. A multitude of starry-eyed 10's and onto my fav list where you belong
Dear Susan, Hello and thanks That is you as a professional poet completing the process of writing the poem by the way of your reading and giving it the meanings, much appreciated & kind Regards
I have returned to this poem. It calls me. The images won't leave my head- they speak to me in a way that few poems do. Below the PH allows us to print a poem out- but I want to get your permission to do so first. I want to put this on the wall by my computer to remind me what excellence in writing poetry looks like.
A wonderful poem. I enjoyed every line of it, neatly written.5*** Sentences were separated like parts of a shipwreck or the doubtful glances of eldrely women.....Wow
Soran your poetry thought processes and writing are second to none. Allied with your greatly focused fulcrum of imagination, all never fail to hit their designated mark. To make a reader enjoy and to make a reader think. You then take said reader on a poetry journey. An odyssey. And it's good. It's all good. Thank you for writing and sharing your unique gift. And remain poetry enriched. Take care
Dear Madam Susan, I can hear your soul talking to me while you are reading this abandoned poem time after time, it has captured your pain and sorrow, I understand you very well, you are so nice... even more when meditating, writing or reading...keep going I wish you every success and all the best
Sentences were separated like parts of a shipwreck or the doubtful glances of eldrely women- - - -> .I keep returning to this poem and these lines because they are magnificent lessons in writing poems that whisper to the soul. Thank you for sharing your poetry, They are like treasure boxes for us to enjoy.
dear Respected and great poet Susan, I am very proud of you, for your frankness, sincerity and your fine poetic taste. I authorize you to copy all my poems. Your request is evidence of your politeness, intellectual, awareness and wide cultural background, be happy of your goodness and talents..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Darkness! ! Black clothes, Those nights! ! ! Muse of the refugees like, A shipwreck. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
many thanks for reading the poem and writing your brilliant comment, , , , well done good poet and good reader too