This is an incomplete poem I began at the tender young age of 20 years, in the midst of angst-ridden youth. (Fortunately, my thinking is different now!) Much of my poetry on this site is a mish-mosh from different time periods in my life. This particular one has forever remained a fragment - -to date- - hence, the title. I wondered what it would be like to allow our wonderful worldwide community of talented poets to have a go at completing this poor orphaned fragment. Let's see how we all do! My only 2 requests are:
1.) Please preserve the original rhyme scheme, and
2.) Please be nice!
Not to let you do all the work, I just finished it myself, but am not happy with the results. Here's a chance for you to do better. I'll offer up my ending after I see your results first.
FRAGMENT
Day after day, I wandered alone
I wandered alone with the wind in my hair.
I wandered alone with the sun in my face,
And when I was with people, I felt out of place.
Night after night, I prayed to my God
I prayed to my God and I asked for His help.
I prayed to my God, and I asked for a sign
That would show me the place on this earth that is mine.
Week after week, I wandered alone
I wandered alone with the rain in my hair.
I wandered alone with the clouds overhead,
And avoided the world, and I wished myself dead.
Night after night, I cried to my Lord
I cried to my Lord and I questioned His will.
I cried to my Lord
I cried to my Lord why hast thou forsaken me Because my son, you're the Devil you see That was fun PP.
Nope; the devil wears a red suit, and not feathers! This sounds more so an ending that Nude & Rude or Another Crow might have posted. Of course this was fun for you, because of your & Judy's little poetic duets. You've had lots ot experience collaborating with another to create a finished work. Wish there was more of that sort of cooperation going on here at PH. Thanks Crow.
Night after night, I cried to my Lord I cried to my Lord and I questioned His will. I cried to my Lord please help me understand That lessons I learnt is the work of your hands
Hannah, that is a fine ending! Everyone here is batting 1,000 so far! :)
I cried to my Lord please answer me...so that with love my soul is free..
Lorraine Margueritte, this is a very good ending, as well! I am very pleased with the response I got to this, and am enjoying my fellow poets' take on this!
I cried to the Lord and he came to me To answer the questions which confused me...Rini's version Nice poem poetess, you should complete it..
That sounds just like a Rini ending, and a Rini reply- - sweet as honey! I actually like your ending..... Hmmm, does this mean I don't need to finish it ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An Ever So, Heart Felt Poem! ! ! ! ! Beautifully Done! ! ! ! ! If I Were You I Really Wouldn't Change A Word! ! ! ! ! ! Believe God Felt, Your Words And Heard Your Cries, And Was Deeply Touched Inside! ! ! ! ! Just The Way They Are Dear! ! ! ! ! Thank You Ever So Much For Sharing This! ! ! ! ! Beyond Numbers! ! ! ! !
Thanks, Rebecca- - but are you saying just to let it remain as a fragment? (Actually, if I completed it, I'd have to change the title, wouldn't I?) Good to see you, as always!