for Joy
Plain white lines frame
unuttered dreams
still beating nearly silent
in warm red darkness
Crinkled edges sing
what yet may be
beckon bend your ear
to the still small song
Don't ball them up and sigh
convinced of failure
and chuck them crumpled waste
in steel mesh exile
Each half-creation is a child
striving for full potential
life is born in whispers
too faint for the world to hear
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For Joy, who has been teaching me every day to understand and love my children.
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I really loved the second line. It was really good. Thanks for sharing. The poem was deep, and wonderful.
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Glad you enjoyed this.
Thanks for the kind words!
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Excellent
Life is but a short-career; and it's importance may not be registered fully by own humanity. Who then outside our walls, our earth - does? Excellence here:
"Each half-creation is a child
striving for full potential
life is born in whispers
too faint for the world to hear"
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Life is indeed born in whispers, too faint for the world to hear. In fact, as I re-read these lines, they take on new meaning for me. It's a sign of a decent write when even the author has to look on his poem in a new way.
Glad you enjoyed, Sir.
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Parental love is indeed an inspiration.
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When it's love.
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ah your labors of love, hence, your children. to each of them you give a part of you, each breathe with your spirit, therefore through them you share a piece of you.
with this piece, another child of yours is born. no doubt she is beautiful as she is now, but indeed we'll never know the power she'd be able to unleash now that she is set free to the world. like a real child, every work becomes a spirit in her own, taking her own path. we can only watch her grow to a certain point, her value is beyond what she is to us because we'll never know how much she's been to every life she touched.
so i perfectly agree. no labor, especially if it is one of love, is really mediocre, like no child deserves to be called a failure.
this is meaningful to me.
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I think about that now, since reading this. I realize that each of my poems become their own spirits out there in the world, among the eyes of others. They'll make their way in their ways.
Thanks for teaching me mahal ko.
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A very fine write. You've expressed your thoughts quite well, indeed. Thanks for sharing this one with us. -
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My pleasure! And thanks for commenting!
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You are quite welcome.
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