I went for a walk,
in the summer forest
full of crickets and birds.
I am not there, now.
I am here. For just a little while.
Odd, isn't it?
Yesterday I danced in a warm sea.
I knew everything.
I do not remember now.
Today I wonder where I a
m.
Lama, Lama, Sabachthani,
for those who would not understand,
who wander from land to land.
Author notes
Tr: My God, My God, Why hast thou Forsaken me?
for Myra...
Option 3.
Written August 9th, 2003
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Best wishes.
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born to die
failing to live
and cutting to quick
this got my head spinnin -
Wow.. this is really cool. I've never realyl read poetry like this, but I really like it, it's different and unique. Great job writing, I look forward to reading more! Beautiful work!
Kels -
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Beautiful. -
Great!
This sounds like something of yore. I didn't understand the lamalama but that's okay because the poem took me away. I liked it! Made sense cause my mind wanders from shore to shore each time I think to write! Thanks for your comments, and your interest in my insight!
Much Love
Renee----------------------------------------------->Poetryality -
Depends on how you look at it, I suppose... ~~~Val
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Yep, nice one.
That begs the question is it God forsaking you or you forsaking God.
God hears us, but sometimes we don't listen.
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Thank you, Lute ... these words I will cherish in my heart.
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This poem has an old feel to it,can't really explain it...you don't come out and just state what's wrong with you,you left that for the reader...but I can tell something is wrong... ~CWM~
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