|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/06/03 at 04:17 PM|
'I only know what's in my past', well, the known is always known and the unknown doesn't have a language. The past shall decide the course of the present since its the cause of the effect which is the present. The present shall turn into another cause for yet another effect. The glimpse can be had if one can transcend the past by living in the present with the present. Nice piece.
|Posted by David R Spellman on 04/07/03 at 08:09 PM|
An age old question and dilemma for us all which you relate very well with this introspective piece.
|Posted by Allan Haslinds on 04/08/03 at 06:54 PM|
This poem takes me back in its style, being almost reminiscent of Donne in its compelling rhyme and rhythm.
Suggestion: "unforeseen" breaks the rhythm a bit. Perhaps "unseen".
Question: "fades to fast" is poetic license? If so, it's pretty good but should be followed up on to make it a bit more concrete. If not, it should be "fades too fast".
|Posted by Allan Haslinds on 04/08/03 at 06:56 PM|
Oh, and don't go getting all gooey on me because I compared your poetry to John Donne's. :)
|Posted by Adrian Calhoun on 04/09/03 at 08:43 AM|
Great piece. You have written a familiar theme to so many. I currently share this frame of mind. Life well captured by your words.
|Posted by Siri Lipscomb on 11/08/03 at 01:43 PM|
A glimpse with a view from the vantage of wisdom. Lonely is still lonely, though... Very reminiscent of a shared process for many of us. Nice work, Thomas. ;o)