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Post by DavidMc on Sept 19, 2006 1:10:34 GMT -6
Petals falling from a minaret
It’s strange how growth is full of paradox
Times obsession with broken clocks
Splinters in the heart
Tornados of the mind
Petals falling from a minaret
For every gain there is a loss
With every solstice sunrise
A much missed sunset
To regret
With every brimming bottle broken
Another chance to drink from life
To sell more sand to Nomads in the desert
These things are stations of the cross
The brittle bones of Calvary
Every life must endure some loss
Please don’t take it personally.
In death there is rebirth
A chance for resurrection
Opportunities to prove our worth
And make a new connection
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Post by glenn on Sept 19, 2006 14:05:29 GMT -6
I like this poem a lot, David.
Very insightful.
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Post by shell on Sept 19, 2006 17:12:54 GMT -6
i totally agree with the sentiments of this .. some worlds groan on in their chase of selling sand (like, who can own anything much let alone land?) but souls ... they rise many times
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Post by anirbas on Sept 19, 2006 20:16:22 GMT -6
Interesting poem, David...Innuendic and dual edged as it is steeped in deepness. Excellent work. And yet another poem, that the last words form a poem, in and of themselves...Cool... paradox clocks heart mind a minaret loss sunrise sunset regret broken life desert cross Calvary loss personally rebirth resurrection worth connection  |
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Post by DavidMc on Sept 21, 2006 5:33:41 GMT -6
Thanks for the comments. I was tempted to put it in the workshop as I thought it may need tweaking.
Thanks for the poem Sabrina, you put an interesting light on the subject and made me think.
David
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Post by bichsa on Sept 21, 2006 7:06:10 GMT -6
hey Dave ,i loved it ,maybe i got a different take on it ,but it spoke to me in a personnal way ,the petals falling from the mineret are the true Islam which is falling from grace from the minerate,for Muslims have lost their way and need to rebirth themselves in the true beauty of Islam and its teachings,until it does the spiraling out of control life and death will continue to fall from the minerate.if this was not your take I understand but to me it spoke volumes of truth.peace to you my brother,cheryl
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Post by DavidMc on Sept 21, 2006 7:30:40 GMT -6
Cheryl, that's fine.. We all interpret differently.. I wrote this totally stream of conscious.. not really knowing where it was heading until it got there.. It's been fascinating to read the different points here.
I just started with the line 'Petals falling from a minaret' and took it from there.
David
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Post by anirbas on Jan 9, 2007 22:02:18 GMT -6
David: Thanks for the poem Sabrina, you put an interesting light
on the subject and made me think.
Sabrina: I didn't write the second poem...I just noticed how the end words, were like another poem embedded in the poem, with that reading...I just typed the end words, to show you what I saw in your piece, I hadn't noticed that the first time I read it...
The end words created a poem within the poem...I love this poem...I always have...
One of my framed ones, as a matter of fact...Hanging in my sanctuary...
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Post by anirbas on Feb 26, 2012 0:57:41 GMT -6
This is David, at his finest. Being, just being...Enjoy, folks!
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Post by anirbas on Feb 26, 2012 0:58:21 GMT -6
*exalt, of course*
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