Is it me who has forgotten?
(Or) is it your voice in my head?
Words are bouncing everywhere and losing their place,
but are these my thoughts or your promises?
And will you remind me of who I am, when we meet again?
I sense the dampness in my hands, as I cling on to your rope, but the void in your silence feels eternal
I find my solice in looking at my(self) in the mirror-are these colorful pictures my nature or you reminding me of your unconditional love in my fading imagery?
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Author:
Parisab (
Offline) - Published: April 14th, 2023 17:15
- Comment from author about the poem: In heavens we’ll be reminded of his wisdom
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments7
Your words are striking and beautiful dear poet. A question posed, to which the answer is conflicted. Loved it!
Thank you dear poet-I guess I see our memory loss, as a function of the material world fading and our attention shifting to our spiritual connection with our maker.
Exquisite
Many thanks
such grace in you poetic imagery
such nuanced, owned fragility
in these searching words, a theme
relatable to anyone
even those, devoid
of any theological alignment
this poem, resonates and voices
such universal humane, sentiments
wonderfully worded, a great read
thank you, dear Poet
(there's a few lines, I scribbled
a long time ago
which I feel your words reflect:
'for naked , I'm clothed
in hope's
progressive steps
upon treadmilling, memories
and pulsing themes
of breathless, inadequacies')
Thank you for your meaningful feedback and sharing your sophisticated piece about our universally shared “breathless inadequacies”
Beautiful. This life is just a flash. Glad you have solace.
Thank you! We must be returning somewhere good, in such haste…
We are craving for unconditional love and blessed are those who have found it in this life ...thank you 💖.
Thank you for your attention and care in your read and comment
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