There comes a time when we no longer say: my God.
A time of absolute purity.
A time when we no longer say: my love.
Because love proved useless.
And eyes don’t cry.
And hands only weave in rough work.
And the heart is dry.
Women knock at the door in vain, don’t open it.
You stay alone, the light goes out,
and in the dark your eyes glow enormous.
You’re convinced, you no longer know suffering.
And you expect nothing from friends.
Old age matters little, what is old age?
Your shoulders support the world
and it weighs no more than a child’s hand.
The wars, famines, and talks in buildings
only prove that life goes on
and not all have freed themselves yet.
Some, finding the spectacle barbarous,
prefer (the delicates) to die.
There comes a time when there’s no point in dying.
There comes a time when life is an order.
Merely life, without perplexity.
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And it is all really this simple...
Humans confuse and confound. Chaos reigns while we, the peoples of the world, pull the reins selfishly.
"There comes a time when life is an order."
It is truly not that complicated to live. Truly!
"Your shoulders support the world
and it weighs no more than a child’s hand."
Phenomenal!
I am loving this poet!
Renee
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Merely Exquisite
From guest Marlene47 (contact)
That is an amazing first line... a time when life is simple again, when you and your inner self are joined and you are where you belong. All those details - the eyes, hands, the heart, the knocking underlining it. "Your shoulders support the world/and it weighs no more than a child hand'" - the heaviness is light now and bearable... the freedom. Finally living life as it should be. Marvelous - merely life and all that it means. -
Beautiful
There comes a time when there’s no point in dying...I can feel the joy of having no desires when you say no to everything.beautiful piece -
Strip away the mysteries and legends, loyalties, romance, social and family ties, beauty in the world around us, compassion and caring..strip away and to its bare bones life is still a miracle... even a moment of lost regrets might fill a universe...PK
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There came a sort-of
From guest waydownuponjoy (contact)
... sadness in me after I read this poem and so I re-read it and found that this poet was just being honest with displaying his thoughts and while he denies any feeling for his life or life in general ... I thought that he must have spent many hours contemplating all of it and therefore he was really perplexed and in denial! -
It appears acceptance has ovethrown
the spirited fight for rights, for love, for life.
"...no point in dying...
No good reasons, I agree.
Not yet in the mode of acceptance.
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And now it appears I misread it (thanks MariGoes) I see it now less negatively, as more of a de-mystification of life. I think...
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From guest pruedence (my writing name) (contact)
Beautifully said...life feels light as a feather after reading your words. Words from a mind with experience in life, I will take it. After all it is the only thing left in this world that is free! Lovely work, thanks for sharing -
I agree with Rufina Caraid 118.9 percent.
I think it's like the fifth stage of death, the poem reflects his acceptance...acceptance of death, fallibility, disappointments, the transience of life, of his increasing lack of relevance in the world, that time is passing him by, he's become an anachronism. I know every year I feel more that way.
Maybe it's meant to be more spiritual than what I've read into it, though that line about "no point in dying" certainly seems to point toward his feelings of irrelevance. -
A journey..
From guest darell (contact)
this poem reads like one's life journey, where we the viewer are being escorted along for the ride. Posibly in hopes of better understanding as the human experience unfolds in maturity. A most intriguing write that stirs the thought process. Causing us to peer into our own obscure lives. Nicely done.:) -
Oh my word! I found this poem to be the epitome of profundity with more than a tinge of irony and sadness. I read here that the character (or even the poet) has reached a point in his life where he now feels –“What more do I have to offer?” Life goes on around him regardless of his inactivity. This poem hit me between the eyes at first read and I know I shall be back to read it again.
~Von~
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