TESTAMENT
As time steals my days
I see myself decay
Still I have my mind
and pray
the beast will never find
me there
and if it does
i hope not to know
whereof
I came
whereto I go
and yearn to leave
this place
in the bliss
of ignorance
my enemies
my friends again
failures meaningless
where opinion rules
all betrayers fools
for having never seen
another human being
behind the screen
of words
Comments
There in your comfy abode you
There in your comfy abode you hide behind your screen
determined not to scream when things go wrong.
"I hope not to know
whereof
I came
whereto I go"
I specially liked this bit, it has a dance of thought in it that is fascinating;
strange how words can twist us about in our directions.
Wonder what imagery that would be!
Is there a philosophical imagery?
Annuccia.
strange how words can twist
strange how words can twist us about in our directions.
Wonder what imagery that would be!
Is there a philosophical imagery?
Yes !
But perhaps not a category
But perhaps not a category for just that, I think there should be don't you?
Pensive petals paper flowers written on by hand..
Just playing around. Anni
Thanks, Lonnie. One of my
Thanks, Lonnie. One of my favorites in my "new" poetry. It is all in the approach, I guess.
joe
Very...
well done! i got the message, I hope others do too! "Behind the screen of words." How many people know to look behind what we say? Great work! ~ Gee
Gee, I always appreciate your
Gee, I always appreciate your comments as well as those others who take the time to read me. My greatest encouragement to write-- and I need to write t "keep it all together."
Joe