Do we all bare a cross when we're born?
Or guilt we access on our way?
Is this Hell from the day we first squint at the sun
As the fresh and brand new innocent babes?
Are we crossing our crossroads forgiving the ones
That are paved easier but make us more skeptical?
Then cut up our feet and bruise our hearts
Choosing easier to find only diabolical?
Is it just me or am I over thinking
The wisdom in taking apart
The puzzles upset while making my path
Hoping to restart my start?
Is grace a word like a dress to wear
All gauzed up with illusions of smiles?
Is the crux of all living embraced by a few
Still carrying the awe of the child?
Am I different or just a free thinker
Poking and prodding my hours
In fanfares demensions to quest as a giant
Before all of my tastebuds turn sour?
At times dear susan it certainly does seem like this (born with a burden) but then we have to look at the reverse of it and say were we all born blessed to see the smile of a child or two little arms wrapped tight around our necks, or the warmth of a lover after sex when everything is perfect...
A keeper! Brilliant ponderings,and great format.........
sort of reminds me of Mark Mahoney's style, ever read him?
This was meant to be read aloud.......
the words demand it :) pax A
Susan, coming to the crossroads in life can be difficult...our paths we choose many times are wrong, sometimes the loves we pick destroy our hearts, and many turns we take cause our tastebuds to turn sour. This is excellent thinking Susan.
Yup, you are demensioned... it will be your demise, for sure.
Ron
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on May 3, 2008
Quite a lot you have give us to contemplate, Susan . . . Human trials and tribulations and happiness and lust . . . etc . . . is a revolving door of experience and failure and heartache and . . . All of that which goes into making life what it is . . . No wonder, some people near the end say . . . Let it come, let it come . . . But by and large we fight that last breath with everything we have . . .
Susan,
Your poem reminded me of Greg Allman's Melissa that he wrote in 1967. Those beginning words, Crossroads seem to come and go...yeah, The gypsy flies from coast to coast, Knowin' many lovin' none, Bearing sorrow havin fun...His song as well as your poem sort of paints a picture of our condition living here on this planet.
Questions from the heart and from the mind, answers come in their own way, in their own time - the biggest problems we have sometimes are when we feel we cannot ask the questions - my love for children, and what i loved best about teaching is how we exchanged questions with each other in the classroom- Susan, your poem reminded me of a wonderful moment in a classroom, where me, the teacher, was answering a question in discussion, acting just a little bit, and said, 'I'm not sure yet, i'm thinking about it with you still', and a lovely student of mine offered to go get the Head of the English Department, an authoritarian type whose role is was to know everything! Makes me smile as much now as it did then! Your poem is great! Thanks for the read, Nicky xx
The crossroads of life tend to place us inside the questioning of life itself...your thoughts blend with the word...Crossroads...and create for us reflective moments...
This is so very insightful and thought provoking. If we let it, life will make us what it will, If we think it over and decide to take charge of ourselves then we come to realize that we can become the people our hearts really want us to be. Once we have done that, we can accomplish anything. Such a wonderful write!
Your last lines ache the bones,to think that we all come to a time when our tastenuds sour...the entire poem a gem of contrasts and questions of life's journey that we all seek answers to, but they aren't easy to come by. Superb write Susan!
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sort of reminds me of Mark Mahoney's style, ever read him?
This was meant to be read aloud.......
the words demand it :) pax A
Ron
Your poem reminded me of Greg Allman's Melissa that he wrote in 1967. Those beginning words, Crossroads seem to come and go...yeah, The gypsy flies from coast to coast, Knowin' many lovin' none, Bearing sorrow havin fun...His song as well as your poem sort of paints a picture of our condition living here on this planet.
nice work Susan...
enjoyed...
Art Sun..
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Georg
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An ontologic wise vision imagining and comparing lifespan and the atmosphere of the individual in our society. A poetic-philosophic analysis on existing and living.
"Crossroads" ignites the turbines of imagination and stimulates thoughts to receive intuition diffusing the aroma of wisdom in the garden of creativity.
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU