Pensive Unwell
By Spiritus_Frumenti
In an artless manner,
The skies I know do not always ponder,
Do not always feel sad at all the prayers left unanswered
In an artless manner,
The winds I know do not always mourn,
Do not always feel despair at a body not alive anymore
In an artless manner,
The ground I know do not always cry,
Do not always feel the weight of the pain in our lives
In an artless manner,
The people I know do not always understand,
Do not always feel the misery created by their own hands
In an artless manner,
I know
I know that everything does not always matter
Does not always feel that it is beautiful
To remember
To experience
When it seems so cruel and hurtful
So much in an artless manner...
Copyright © Juan Antonìo Thomas, 2005
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© 2005 Spiritus_Frumenti
Published on Wednesday, October 26, 2005.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
Comments on "Pensive Unwell"
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A former member wrote:
i adore this poem in the most artful manner possible. this write was simply superb. ....-samone
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On Monday, November 7, 2005, urbanhumility
(1158) wrote:
your lessons are countless and well loved........well done.............urban
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On Wednesday, October 26, 2005, Solace
(1065) wrote:
Each stop is a heartbreak - is an addition of weight - 'And this, too, shall pass away.' A crushing thoughtful piece...You do not always - but you do...hmmm
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A former member wrote:
amen. .. and the subtlety in this is like a heartbeat; so very alive but just barely audible, almost an echo of our own souls.. it's amazing how delicately you drown us all in your words. . .divinity
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A former member wrote:
..sweet gods..this tingled my senses as an elaborate funeral song..a colorless world, brushed vivid..like red ink bled into a grey-scale..I missed your presence..this..
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A former member wrote:
..how your words create a resistent serene for me to escape in daydream, stirring the winds with my fingers. Timeless. ~ Kristie