GUILT
The cruelty of dreams
is outweighed
by the burden of guilt.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a shortie - I usually post these several at a time but thought this one worthy of publishing on its own.
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I love this write. And that picture.
Thank you Noah
Very good and true write.
Fabulous artwork - where is it. It must be wonderful to walk over that bridge to that building (Church?).
Thanks Andy. The painting is of the church in Medbourne in Leics. The original was purchased by a bride who was about to be married in the church - she wanted it as a gift for her leading bridesmaid who was also married there.
Yes, and is the guilt real, or not? Which is worse - true or imagined guilt?
And why all this somewhat deep stuff from me this early of a morning. I will give myself a headache thinking!
A fine write and pic Michael.
Oh it's real guilt - currently two for the price of one in Waitrose.
I wanted that pic for my KP wedding! Too late now! lol.
I can always do another. In fact if anyone wants a painting of their church, house etc just send me a picture. Would you want KP included in the painting?
Arrghh, no, she would ruin the whole thing! heehee. It was so horrific I forgot to take any pics of the church. And she would have broken the camera, taking pics of her botox! lol.
Beautiful painting, and a nice story too regarding the sale.
Now for the poem: Read it, made it a favorite immediately. Read it again, and again, am still contemplating it, and probably will for a while. Do I feel guilty because I was cruel in my dreams? Or do I have cruel dreams because I am guilty? You do pack a lot of meaning into only a few words. Love your shorties!
Thank you so much Fred - I feel honoured by your generous comments which I so much appreciate.
Waitrose might be too snobbish to notice guilt. Too busy charging us too much!
Ah but no need to wear a paper bag on your head - worth it even though they are cheaper in Aldi.
A very deep write. Very good in so few words! Absolutely beautiful picture of the church scene!
Thank you so much Christina.
I fully appreciate the beautiful watercolor, Michael. I'm a bit lost on the poem, however. Fred's comments helped a little, but it somehow doesn't register with me ... my shortcoming I'm sure, and I apologize.
I will continue to ponder.
I guess it's whatever you wish to make of it. Fred's two interpretations are so good but here's another:
a dream can be cruel in that it may be scary or may even be a nightmare but dreams are soon forgotten unlike the burden of guilt which you can carry with you to the grave.
That's what I strive to achieve in my more serious shorties - an enigmatic quality which grabs the reader and leaves him wondering. If it is read and immediately forgotten what's the point of it I ask myself.
Anyway, whatever, thanks so much for taking the trouble to read it and comment - I really do appreciate your comments.
Maybe because I don't subscribe to the concept on "sin", I don't carry the guilt upon which this poem is based. To me, all action and experiences are simply part of the lessons we all come here to learn. I leave designating "guilt" to religions, who find it a useful tool in promoting their brand. Thank you for your thoughtful, patient, and kind reply, Michael.
Those are interesting points you make Louis and as an atheist I also don't subscribe to the religious concepts of sin. I certainly never intended any religious connotations in this poem. Surely guilt is not the sole preserve of the religious.
It is what it is. I'm sure your success in building the life you achieved made them proud and pleased, even from a distance. I went through the same process in making my own life, but also came back to take care of them in their old age. It seems to be quite a normal experience, and not one to be judged. It is incumbent upon parents to be willing to let go and let us fly on our own. It is, to me, the definition of good parenting, and can be observed throughout nature. No call to judge yourself guilty of anything. It is all part of the process of life.
Sorry Louis - at the last moment I decided to delete the bit about my parents to which you refer but you beat me to it with your response. However I do appreciate your kind considerate response but nevertheless it is something I do still feel guilty about.
An odd exchange this for me - I rarely ever discuss my personal feelings or experiences and they never feature in any of my poems - I also find such poems a bit of a switch off but that's just me.
I'm honored, Michael.
lovely paint, could be a nice place to visit. By watching the paint, it could unload the burden of guilty.
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