Have I questioned myself more or less,
and have I questioned myself at all?
Whether the blinded can even digress
to have seen the beauty of fall?
Or have the unhearing heard at dawn,
the dancing ripples upon the shore,
or can the mendicant forever anon
claim to have met a welcoming door?
If even now, and not years before
I put these thoughts before all else
Do I have the privilege to abhor
an insolent god that favors silence?
Perhaps I lost too much in life
to know the joy of rejoicing past,
perhaps I raise this chalice of strife
perhaps myself to imprecation I cast.
If ever love was a ripening fig
if bled from it the most purest breath
then fear I for this wilted sprig,
no longer do I mourn its death.
A world that walks to rest at ease,
and every wish on faithless word,
where may I find solace please?
and murder my dear mocking bird.
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“Questioning life is not hard, and finding answers is easier still, but sometimes, we realize something we did not want to, these beguiling realities are the mocking birds we all wish to murder.”
Beautiful 🙂
Thank you.
A very amazing and touching piece of work!
Thank you very much.
Beautiful, as ever.
And you’re clement as ever. Thank you.
It clawed its way straight to my heart. Feeling melancholy now. Beautiful…
I have a tendency to be somewhat of an impressionist in my poetry. This does it too, and so much more.
Thank you
Thank you so much.
“…have I questioned myself at all?”
There are a lot of questions to answer. Nice poem.
Indeed there are, thank you.
So many elegant words! You inspire me to not settle for an ordinary word when so many more exotic ones await me! Thanks for following my blog! 🙂
Thank you, I’m flattered, really, and you’re welcome.
very nice and beautiful piece of work 🙂
Thank you so much.
Lovely!
Thank you.
“Have I questioned myself more or less,
and have I questioned myself at all?”
Beautiful lines…:)
Thank you, I’m pleased to know you find them so beautiful.
The last line got to me. This is beautiful.
Thank you, I’m glad you liked at least one line.
Oh no! Hahahaha. I loved the poem but the last line … you ended it well.
This is a perfectly written poem…… well done… You have an wonderful sense of assonance, which I noticed in your most recent poem also, “May I Envy the Blossom….” It makes the poetry come alive…. I read a lot of poetry and try to be as positive as I wish everyone could be…. but your poetry is very good. Of course we all need polishing, but that is the only advice I could ever find for your work….. Excellent poetry…..
Thank you so much kind Sir, I’m terribly sorry for the late reply. I feel your clemency knows no bounds, nor does your optimism.
Regards,
Osama Iftikhar
I am not sure what I changed, and perhaps I am becoming transformed. As the poem weaves, I am made drunk with the weight and the challenge. Such a great, great ending, and a profound poem overall. Thank you.
Have I questioned myself more or less,
Whether blind can digress?
Or have the unhearing heard at dawn,
the dancing ripples upon the shore,
or can the mendicant forever
claim to have met a welcoming door?
If even now, and not years before
I put these thoughts before all else
Do I have the privilege to abhor
an insolent god that favors silence?
Perhaps I lost too much in life
to know the joy of rejoicing past,
perhaps I raise this chalice of strife
perhaps myself to imprecation I cast.
If ever love was a ripening fig
if bled from it the most purest breath
then fear I for this wilted sprig,
no longer do I mourn its death.
A world that walks to rest at ease,
and every wish on faithless word,
where may I find solace please?
and murder my dear mocking bird.
Thank you.
“Whether the blind can digress?”
Yes, as in, can the blind depart from the truth and claim to have beheld the visual? Its meant literally, not metaphorically.
No, I wasn’t questioning whether the blind can digress, I was making a change in the text, where earlier I had forgotten to put a “the.” Yes, the blind can digress. I don’t think I’ve ever called you on your logic.
Haha, I wouldn’t blame you if you did.
A tear fell….that means it touch my soul. Thank you
Thank you Linda, I am overwhelmed with your ebullition and the poignancy of your reception that inspired it.
Beautifully written. I nearly killed my little mocking bird but luckily I didn’t
Thank you.