Beautifully abstract conveying of ideas, considering how you start the lines with evocative thoughts as
"When one dwells with his fears, he sees no one"
"When someone forgets how to love, he is alone "
"When someone dies, he is not alone"
What I love most is the idea you have thought of in this: "When someone forgets how to love, he is alone." It's awesome. And it's true. When one does not feel love, when one does not know love, he is all by himself, even if he's living in an overpopulated world, mingling with a noisy crowd, laughing with other people, is with someone, but then he does not love, he is alone. There's a remote connection and that kills us slowly within. Choosing to be isolated is choosing to fly even if you do not have wings. And you find yourself falling without any certainty if there is anything at all to catch you. ;)
You fall many times. But then, like you said, you need to rise again. You need to rise upon who you are because you are still alive.
Which led me to thinking...
Always uncertain of what may come, we go out there and soar and sometimes, we fall.
We fall so we can rise again.
We rise so we can love again.
We love so we can live again.
Nicely said. From start to end each line reinforces each preceding line, giving the poem a certain degree of certainty.
Though, I don't know why 'Self" has to be written that way (capitalized "and" quoted). Also, the line "where drums cease to cadence" seems awkward. Shouldn't it read in the sense, "where drums cease their cadence"?
Says one reviewer here, "Beautifully abstract conveying of ideas, considering how you start the lines with evocative thoughts as:
'When one dwells with his fears, he sees no one'
'When someone forgets how to love, he is alone'
'When someone dies, he is not alone'."
I agree.
Also, it is rare that one line in a poem is as strong as the others "independent of each other" and stronger still when you lay them side by side:
"I am the abyss of my uncertainty
He that dwelleth in me
He that forgets everything
He that knows what love is
He that knows why love exists
He that knows why he exists
He that lives in the abyss of uncertainty"
You're quite a talent. Although I'm wondering why you used "dwells" in the first line but used the older "dwelleth" in its next mention. Hmm...
And the ending...the ellipsis...I don't know if it's deliberately five dots. Aside from that I say the ending is perfect. The caption says it all: "I am the abyss of my uncertainty"! Perfect!
What a sad poem. Fortunately there was light to be seen in some distance in the end. Yes sometimes we feel like that and it takes some strength to pull oneself together again to see the bright side of life.....
Good writing because you were able to provoke real sad emotions in the reader. Keep it up, but hopefully with a little more sunshine ...
Memories are so important! The only line that threw me off a bit was
"Where light has forgotten to shone" Should this read "shine"? I had to read it a few times.
The video is a nice touch. I like the touch of spirit at the end.
Beautifully abstract conveying of ideas, considering how you start the lines with evocative thoughts as
"When one dwells with his fears, he sees no one"
"When someone forgets how to love, he is alone "
"When someone dies, he is not alone"
What I love most is the idea you have thought of in this: "When someone forgets how to love, he is alone." It's awesome. And it's true. When one does not feel love, when one does not know love, he is all by himself, even if he's living in an overpopulated world, mingling with a noisy crowd, laughing with other people, is with someone, but then he does not love, he is alone. There's a remote connection and that kills us slowly within. Choosing to be isolated is choosing to fly even if you do not have wings. And you find yourself falling without any certainty if there is anything at all to catch you. ;)
You fall many times. But then, like you said, you need to rise again. You need to rise upon who you are because you are still alive.
Which led me to thinking...
Always uncertain of what may come, we go out there and soar and sometimes, we fall.
We fall so we can rise again.
We rise so we can love again.
We love so we can live again.
With the music in the backround you've captured the "deep lurking things" perfectly. It makes you feel as though something is following you but somehow you've made your way through it all. Great write
I know the feeling of trying hard to forget something from the past that hurts - you capture that well. I like that there is hope in the end here - it is uplifting. Hang in there and thank you for sharing.
Light,
Siddartha
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