I must have another name
Hidden in the secret woods
Of God’s ancient lament.
I must have some other pain
A different one, deeper than
Aches, cuts or cries.
I must reveal some beauty
A silver leaf amidst ashes
Just found to erase my days.
I must proceed with a dream
Not mine but kindly given
To seem so: my fakest truth.
I must walk every morning
Like a chronic health condition
Pretending to be happy.
I must be the product, understand
The process, forget the origin
In order to manure this guilt.
I must invite death everyday
Light the candles, serve the wine
Look at these blanks, my clouds.
Is this a poem?
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very good
A silver leaf amidst ashes is amazing.There is no limit to tolerance.Life has to go on and what I gather from this poem is that one must carry on regardless.i must have a different pain spells the poets enduring power but the guilt one has tends to cling to one like thoughts that never leave .On the whole a wonderful attempt of a poet.
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Me neither
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In my opinion yes...
very expressive and honest, I agree with the comments below, this is a poem. One that makes the reader think about his or her past, present, and future no doubt. Also makes me think of how some can get stuck in daily routines, whether it be sitting in the house all day playing video games, or constantly working to avoid personal problems. I thought this poem had a sort of underlying thought provoking quality to it. Overall I enjoyed it.
TTYL
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very expressive and honest, I agree with the comments below, this is a poem. One that makes the reader think about his or her past, present, and future no doubt. Also makes me think of how some can get stuck in daily routines, whether it be sitting in the house all day playing video games, or constantly working to avoid personal problems. I thought this poem had a sort of underlying thought provoking quality to it. Overall I enjoyed it.
TTYL
MM
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Yes, It Is
Expressive...I feel it expresses exactly what you feel, nothing more, nothing less.
It says a lot about that "third person" that leaves between us. Always there, lingering, pushing us.
Bluebird.. Rewarded 4
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Nice beginning, but didn't like God's ancient lament.
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yes, what kind of question is that?
I adore three line stanzas, maybe because of my haunting need (or Obligation) to rhyme usually forces me to affix them into quatrains.
This wonderfully mystical poem should serve as a beacon to those who ignore the past. We can learn with time, of course, but in order for this information to be fully digested we have to look at the information of our history. What does it mean to be human? What does it mean to be a living thing? How much out there is beyond perception? Wondering questions like these is difficult when stuck in one place, "Like a chronic health condition". We know that the only place pain is real is in our heads, which is what makes it so important. It shows the environment we are in can directly snap our brains to their most primitive, self-serving states when something threatens our well-being. But what is well being, if not just perpetualism for the bodies we are?
a powerfully introspective poem, if I may say so. my favorite stanza... would have to be:
'I must be the product, understand
The process, forget the origin
In order to manure this guilt.'
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