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Incurably unkown


Omar013
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Should I live?......Should I die?
And The sun upon my head let dream
Of meeting the moon.
Perfect, ecstasy so slow,volatilizing
To the azure carpet.
Disappearing from the old snow,
And the river beyond me let flow,
And the gray wooden village sink,
The broken damsel let weep
Upon her white- washed Swain.

Blue to green,
A wish ,a dream
A nightmare.
A heart-wrenching calamity.
-all so odorless-
-all too clear- that all is the same.
Ascending" something"
After hundreds of years,
Defined cannot be.
At last incurably unkown.


 

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  • 2 weeks later...

Omar, I love the metaphysical sensibility which presents from the get-go: "Should I live?......Should I die?" I don't sense any negativity in those questions; they're just questions.

A detached, favorable mood manifests itself in the first stanza: "azure carpet," "old snow," and "gray wooden village". And despite the mention of "nightmare," "blue to green" and "a wish, a dream" collide with the slightly more clinical, yet not displeasingly so, "odorless" to round out the poem. Well done!

Tony

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

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