Yes, the hollowness shall spread soon,
The feats conquered will fade into myths,
In its place a thankless stick shall stand,
Never the ideal match for the sentiments
but certainly the painful choice.
The horizon remains bleak, like a sky
before the rise of an assuring Sun,
My walks shall cease, but my struggles
Shall continue till the day my eyes taste,
The dark and orange spectral awe.
The feats conquered will fade into myths,
In its place a thankless stick shall stand,
Never the ideal match for the sentiments
but certainly the painful choice.
The horizon remains bleak, like a sky
before the rise of an assuring Sun,
My walks shall cease, but my struggles
Shall continue till the day my eyes taste,
The dark and orange spectral awe.
it would be a hard adjustment to lose a limb...but i have a friend taht lost both his legs....all the way to the hip...and he still drives/goes to work....went to college...has a girlfriend...he walks on his hands, refuses to use a wheel chair...and walked on his hands up a mountain this last summer...its pretty amazing...
ReplyDeleteWell Brian, a certain person inspired me to write this one as well. In a way all of us think that the problems we face are the hardest, yet we fail to realize how others continue their life, like you said, never giving up with their life and struggling ever so forward. And send my salutes to your friend. They are the people who deserves all the respect they get.
DeleteLife is happening every single second, while most of us crib about it being unreasonable, there are a few among us who believe that it needs to be ridden to be relished and everything else will fall in it's place...
ReplyDeleteThe poem for me felt like someone dealing with impending death, the sick the first cross making a new have I find one of the joy of pretty are the meanings others find in one's work. Melancholy and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis is very touching and loving, it certainly is full of grace, beautiful and well written
ReplyDeletevery touching, hard to put oneself in those shoes.
ReplyDeleteIt would be very hard to lose a limb. But you are right, in your comments to Brian, that everyone does have struggles. And we have to make the most of our life despite any losses we endure, as we have only one life and have to make the most of it as it is, while we have it, despite losses...
ReplyDeleteAnand, I love the poem, especially the closing lines and the spectral awe.....I love, too, the conversation between you and Brian. I so admire people who transcend difficulties in that way. I know a fifteen year old girl who just had a leg amputated below the knee - bone cancer. It sure puts things in perspective. I just pray she will LIVE!!!!!
ReplyDeleteWe often forget that a number of people lead battles that are harder to fight than ours. And we must continue, try and live life to the fullest since it is all we have.
ReplyDeleteI don't know what the last two lines mean, but I find them moving, as if determination will rise to the very twilight of life.
ReplyDeleteIm sorry the last lines never sank in. First of all, I've imagined that the poem could be seen as it is, or to be thought about in a different way. The spectral awe would mean a ultimate sight, like the twilight you have talked about, or it could be the self-discovery that the character reaches at the end of his/her struggles.
DeleteThanks people. :)
ReplyDeleteI thought it was very beautiful. I like that the meaning is vague enough to allow private interpretation yet specific enough to evoke a response from the audience.
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