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Life itself is in itself'¦
we forget too soon
we are but crumbs
scattered on pebbles
and pathways
fallen from the laps
of gods
can we afford sin?
we forgive too soon
the bruises and bandages
scattered across faces
and lifetimes
traced by hands
once loved
can we ignore them?
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Comment by: Sophia - 2008-01-25 03:18
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I'm just going to be repeating what others have said I think, but I enjoyed the thoughtful and perceptive nature of this. I think this stanza is particularly good:
'we forgive too soon
the bruises and bandages
scattered across faces
and lifetimes
traced by hands
once loved'
The reference to forgiving too soon the bruises and bandages makes me think of war, all the injuries and deaths caused and how they still continue, humanity never learns to value life fully. |
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Comment by: precar - 2008-01-22 13:11
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| Brief but very poignant, as someone already noted. The transiency you speak of takes me back to some beautiful spiritual material I've read in the past. |
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Comment by: Dante - 2008-01-21 19:09
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| What a wonderful piece of writing you have created. The questions which you have strategically placed are very poignant and made this reader search for the deeper meaning. Thanks for sharing this poem with us, Dante. |
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| Very deep, nice flow and interesting thought pattern. Really good. |
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Comment by: alien - 2007-08-18 13:20
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loved this.
I particularly liked this:
lifetimes
traced by hands
once loved
Actually, I rather liked what LJ did to it, too!
I wondered how bandages would look scattered across faces, but that was a minor thing.
It's a great poem :)
It's good to be back, my friend. |
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