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Aleksandra

Give me your peace

you know how to live

in love, with love, for love...

Your nobleness was seen

even from the stars,

so you are needed here.

I am forgotten by the stars,

so why to cry as a child

and beg for a mercy from the sky?

Why you just don't ask from

God to bring the time back, and to

change our homes?

Let it your cold home to be mine

give me your earthen pillow

to rest my tired head.

You come and stay here,

where is no place for me,

and breath that what I can't.

Remember we are born under same star.

And share your smile - it's going to shine,

and then you come at my grave

as I did for you,

and light a candle next to my head,

and smile - you would give me a peace

and brightness -

what I'm always longing to have.

 

* 3.10 am

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The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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Larsen M. Callirhoe

wow aleks this is a master piece. you weaved such elegant imagery with raw emotions so lovely dear. i love this poem. it touched my heart. it is sad but a part of life. people die everyday. you believe in a higher power so know you will see him again in heaven.

 

fantasies turn into reality

when you dream at night,

in this dream we danced

under the moonlight.

the river was flowing

as we sipped wine.

i knew you had visited

me that night

for when i woke

there was a red rose

besides me

on my pillow.

 

channeled from tose's companion angel.

 

take care my friend.

and i love the raw feelings you left me with after reading this poem of your.

 

vic

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goldenlangur

Hi Aleksandra,

 

What heartbreaking irony in this lament! If only one could transcend one's own sorrowful existence in death and union with a much loved one!

"Why you just don't ask from

God to bring the time back, and to

change our homes?

Let it your cold home to be mine

give me your earthen pillow "

 

"earthen pillow" is beautiful!

 

There's a strong element of tragedy in the sense of the ancient Greek tragedy, where the protagonist laments to the divine powers, invokes a prayer of release from the indescribable pain of living. But the tragedy lies in that these prayers remain unanswered as the questions of life and death are beyond even these gods, who are beyond the human plane but not beyond life and death. I suppose the gods in their numerous forms and guises regenerate and return to avenge or to accomplish their divine tasks, but as your poem shows so movingly, the human mortal is not privy to such miraculous change of fortunes. And herein lies the poignancy of longing in your poem - a longing almost beyond fulfillment:

 

aleksandra wrote:

 

Give me your
peace

you know how to live

in love, with love, for love...

...

light a candle next to my head,

and smile - you would give me a peace

and brightness -

what I'm always longing to have.

 

* 3.10 am

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Tose Proeski
icon_cry.gif

 

 

Perhaps I've waffled too much. but how beautifully you write of grief here!

 

goldenlangur

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Aleks,

 

Nice elegy. Your sorrow is well expressed. I particularly love these lines:

 

give me your earthen pillow

to rest my tired head.

 

Good job.

 

Lake

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Aleksandra
wow aleks this is a master piece. you weaved such elegant imagery with raw emotions so lovely dear. i love this poem. it touched my heart. it is sad but a part of life. people die everyday. you believe in a higher power so know you will see him again in heaven.

 

fantasies turn into reality

when you dream at night,

in this dream we danced

under the moonlight.

the river was flowing

as we sipped wine.

i knew you had visited

me that night

for when i woke

there was a red rose

besides me

on my pillow.

 

channeled from tose's companion angel.

 

take care my friend.

and i love the raw feelings you left me with after reading this poem of your.

 

vic

 

Victor my dear friend, thank you so much for the poem and for your lovely words. Yes it is a sad poem, what I wrote when I was so sad, and really all emotions in this poem, all wishes and crying is true. I felt like that, to want to change with him, sounds maybe crazy, but it is true. I never explained why some people who have much more to do with their lives and for other's lives are going away from this earth.

I am glad that the poem worked for you that way, and sorry if this poem after reading made you sad.

 

Thanks a lot for commenting .

 

Aleksandra.

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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Hi Aleksandra,

 

What heartbreaking irony in this lament! If only one could transcend one's own sorrowful existence in death and union with a much loved one!

"Why you just don't ask from

God to bring the time back, and to

change our homes?

Let it your cold home to be mine

give me your earthen pillow "

 

"earthen pillow" is beautiful!

 

There's a strong element of tragedy in the sense of the ancient Greek tragedy, where the protagonist laments to the divine powers, invokes a prayer of release from the indescribable pain of living. But the tragedy lies in that these prayers remain unanswered as the questions of life and death are beyond even these gods, who are beyond the human plane but not beyond life and death. I suppose the gods in their numerous forms and guises regenerate and return to avenge or to accomplish their divine tasks, but as your poem shows so movingly, the human mortal is not privy to such miraculous change of fortunes. And herein lies the poignancy of longing in your poem - a longing almost beyond fulfillment:

 

aleksandra wrote:

 

Give me your
peace

you know how to live

in love, with love, for love...

...

light a candle next to my head,

and smile - you would give me a peace

and brightness -

what I'm always longing to have.

 

* 3.10 am

MediumPic633282393859218750-1.jpg

Tose Proeski
icon_cry.gif

 

 

Perhaps I've waffled too much. but how beautifully you write of grief here!

 

goldenlangur

 

Goldenlangur, how beautifully you expressed your thought about this poem. I can say only thank you. And now you wasn't waffling here, not at all, I feel honored when I receive so much beautiful comments especially on these poems what are in correlation with Tose, what makes me feel proud, beyond the sadness.

 

Thank you so much

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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Aleksandra
Aleks,

 

Nice elegy. Your sorrow is well expressed. I particularly love these lines:

 

give me your earthen pillow

to rest my tired head.

 

Good job.

 

Lake

 

Lake thank you, glad you like those lines. I stood on that part when I wrote this poem, on earthen pillow, but anyway I leave it like I wrote in the origin.

And interesting here is that this poem, is written so fast and without any corrections, and reviewing, and how much I am happy that anyway, even without that, this poem works well.

 

Thanks Lake again.

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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This is more than just an elegy, Alek. You use grief over one who has passed away as a vehicle for showing something much deeper -- the narrator's own personal suffering:

I am forgotten by the stars,

so why to cry as a child

and beg for a mercy from the sky?

Why you just don't ask from

God to bring the time back, and to

change our homes?

Let it your cold home to be mine

give me your earthen pillow

to rest my tired head.

You come and stay here,

where is no place for me,

and breath that what I can't ....

 

... and then you come at my grave

as I did for you,

and light a candle next to my head ...

Very cleverly and expertly done. This is better than anything I ever wrote.

 

Tonyy

Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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Aleksandra

tonyv wrote:

 

This is more than just an elegy, Alek. You use grief over one who has passed away
as a vehicle
for showing something much deeper -- the narrator's own personal suffering:

 

Very cleverly and expertly done. This is better than anything I ever wrote.

 

Tonyy

 

Tonyy dear, thank you so much that you felt the point of this poem, the narrator's own personal suffering

That is true, it is not just an elegy as the poem " Kiparis " but it's loudly speaking in sad and broken mood and feelings.

And I don't be so modest icon_smile.gif you have written many wonderful and quality pieces, which I adore icon_smile.gif

 

Thanks Tony icon_wink.gif

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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