Birth and life
are like the two faces of a coin
one obverse ...
and
the only thing that joins the two is ...
a very thin silken thread,
we call life ...and that's where you ...and
I come in
we live a lonesome one,
some come while many go,...
few also praise,
so many condemn
but that's all quite true….
now tell me friend
is life not a part of birth and death too?
anything born is the beginning of a sojourn
of the ultimate one,
staring at the distance,
:death:
but be not afraid friend
live..
life for it’s the loving thread
birth is naught
when one is dead...
Jun 30, 2012
beads of life
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Loved
This is up there with one of your better pieces, the theme was marred by the inclusion of the number that praise as aposed to those that don't.
Shall we try to move away from this act of thought where there are ones that care not for what you say..
These things are of no worth, the only one this thought does damage to is the young Bard.
This write is very good and if Jess was active at the moment he would probably say that I was right.
Jess is resting at the moment, probably fighting some daemons on some astral plain, but he is strong enough to beat them, but as you, why do you want to fight them when they are your own thoughts, it is hard but you have to retain the thoughts and walk another road.
I shall await your next piece and see if I can read a great work.. Yours Ian.T
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If I don't see a great piece I shall chastise you with Scorpions and I know you wont like them..LOL
thanks a lot Ian
I shall resurrect this piece
as soon as my brain activates
and do convey to Jess
that I am missing his weight ,
if not sleight!