Careless fool

it really doesn't matter 

I never sleep anymore, 

I was a careless fool looking for a happy ever after 

been on strange and lonely tracks 

been through the fires of hell 

I was a careless fool never noticing the falling axe 

no happy ever after 

standing calmly at the dead end street 

the shadow's calling forth 

I was a careless fool now fate I have to meet 

 

it really doesn't matter

Reviews

[zainul]

The state and memory of follies appear again and again.
The life stops to think of the act of foolishness.
It has been reflected in your poem very realistically as you
used the line,"I was a careless fool" in all stanzas of the golden piece.
I don't know the depth and intensity of your case.
But,this much I could think of.
Thanks for sharing.

[Lourisa]

Thank you, zainul, for your thoughtful review.

[zainul]

You are most welcome,dear poet.:)

[Pryde Foltz]

I does feel that way sometimes. For it to matter, I guess, we must seek out the meaning. This was a really well-constructed and almost musical piece, very clear and expressive.

[Lourisa]

Thanks Pryde. Yes, maybe the answer lies in finding meaning.

[Pryde Foltz]

It has for me, anyways.

[Lourisa]

I can understand that. Finding meaning, but maybe also giving meaning where non is to be found. It's better than giving up I guess.

[Pryde Foltz]

There is always meaning. You matter.

[Dr. Wood ?]

easy to regret after the act, but learning is the key...I love the way you told this tale...

[Lourisa]

You're right, it's all about learning, a painful process but all important. Thanks for stopping by, Dr. Wood.

[Mark]

Hope is the cure for all woe,
Though Life is the cure for all hope;
Why aren't we permitted to know
And compelled to forth blindly grope?

When ten thousand Presents have passed,
And our Nows have receded astern,
Might we then know how to stand fast,
And teach others what we dared not learn?

Then stiff-lipped we slog forth; we MUST
Though our orders are hidden away--
For the Lord's will, though obscure, IS just;
And our purpose will be known some day!

Mark Teague
November 10, 2013

[Lourisa]

Wow. What can I say? A gifted man with words you are, Mark. Life indeed is the cure for all hope. Yet, there is still that small flickering of hope, absurd and impossible as it seems given the way i feel most moments, but it's there. I know no Lord, Mark, but your poem almost made me wish i do. Thanks for your unique, beautiful response.

[Chris]

the half-truths we so often tell ourselves... matter ...to us.

[Lourisa]

They do matter, sometimes it's just less painful to pretend they don't. Thanks Chris.

[Neon]

standing calmly at the dead end street
the shadow's calling forth
I was a careless fool
now fate I have to meet

it really doesn't matter

What an amazing stanza. This stanza really touched my heart. I feel the poem, watched some clips through the piece by yer words. Beautiful job dear, Loury.

[Lourisa]

Thanks for your thoughtful review, Neon, and for stopping by. Appreciated as always.

[emmajoy]

I wonder just how many people could echo that painful feeling, Lourisa. And we all know that it does matter.. else why the poem. One suggestion, can you find an alternative for one of the 'really' at the start?

[Lourisa]

Thanks, Emma. I'll have to think about that "really" - maybe just leave it out completely?

[Sami Khalil]

A sad but beautiful poem...Thank you for sharing...:)

[Lourisa]

You're welcome, Sami and thanks for the review.

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)

[Dream Weaver]

So extremely melancholy it gave me a lump
in my throat and brought a tear to my eye...

[Lourisa]

Thanks for the review, Dream Weaver.

[Dream Weaver]

U betcha....

[SyberRose]

A sad one indeed...we are fools at least once in our life...nicely done Lourisa:)

[Lourisa]

Thank you, SyberRose.