Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted October 4, 2009 Share Posted October 4, 2009 (edited) Carried In The Wind Does anybody know what time it is? Does anybody really care? Yesteryear has come and gone! I used to watch time pass until it all became a big blur. Can anybody tell me what time it really is? I had a friend name Dave. He died way before his time. Shot in the head, dead way to young. I realized than how fragile life really is. I hear a song played on the radio, I look at an old painting. Can I see creation's hand at work? This song tells me in harmony how I used to be. Does anybody remember me? Does anybody really care? Can you tell what time it is? I scream out loud. The only witness is the clouds in the sky and the trees and birds on the ground. Tears fall from my eyes. Is it really my heart bleeding? I let the wind take me and carry me away to a much better place where no more tears fall. Is it all just a blur? I woke up from a nightmare of a dream. I remembered my old friend Dave who was in that dream. I called out his name and heard him speak to me as though it was an echo in the wind. Edited October 4, 2009 by Larsen M. Callirhoe Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted October 4, 2009 Share Posted October 4, 2009 Victor this is emotional poem and touched me. Full of pain, loneliness, sadness, and disapointment. The feeling of anger is also the feeling what I felt in your poem. You wrote this so powerful and very sensitive. how fragilelife really is. Yes really it is Vic. Thank you for sharing. Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted October 4, 2009 Author Share Posted October 4, 2009 hi aleks, i wrote the line dave shot in the head dead and gone is an analogy of my current mood. thanks for commenting my friend. the rest is just metaphor's and similies of my mood imo. vic Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted October 4, 2009 Share Posted October 4, 2009 I used to watch time passuntil it all became a big blur. Can anybody tell me what time it really is? Can anybody really ever know the time? The date? The year? I enjoyed the poem, Victor. Tony :) Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted October 5, 2009 Share Posted October 5, 2009 Hi victor, A pervading sense of melancholy. Memories of a dear friend who died before his time are triggered in dreams where the friend is as the poet remembers. You describe well how passage of time does not always dull the pain of loss and how nature in all its beauty and solitude can actually accentuate that pain : I scream out loud.The only witness is the clouds in the sky and the trees and birds on the ground. Tears fall from my eyes. Is it really my heart bleeding? Dreams, as Jung said, is where our creative impulses are released and realized and your poem gave me this sense of the creative potential, albeit there's an underlying sadness and anguish in this. Thank you for sharing this. Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
douglas Posted October 6, 2009 Share Posted October 6, 2009 this poem is very well written and expressed. one of your best in my opinion. strong and emotive. a great read. thanks victor. Quote To receive love, you have to give it... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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