Alive a life in the field
the grains of my memories
with two horns
I became a black bull
I have found a companion
and Iam ploughing the field
of glorious tomorrow
someone counts his imposed fears
with stick in the air
when, Iam tied to the tether
you don't run away! don't you run away!
but God how much I wanted to run away
so,today someone in hatred
angrily shouts
who has diverted the water away from his field?
showing the sketched architecture of days to come
but
I only had asked for my stack of hay
starved by the death of my freedom
It is being delivered to your shed,he said
and the little statues in the temples
could not stop looking and laughing.
One could interpret this write in a variety of ways. Certainly, it is worthy of much more than a single reading. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on November 19, 2006
This is a symbolic write and I suppose it is open to various interpretations. When I read it first time, I felt it was some drama from ancient Greece, because they dabbled in destiny while their gods laughed. Our God is loving and does not laugh at us. Victor
It seems that sometimes those who work hard for others and serve them are repayed with cruelty. Fortunatly that is not always the case, but for me this poem symbolises that misuse of power. The poor bull seems as though he is being tormented. This is a clever and thoughtful poem alive with strong imagery.
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on November 19, 2006
Oh this one for me has symbolic meaning all the way through harvest the field in the end days before Christs return.... God is a living God and he will protect us if we do not run away from him... He is always in the scene..... The statues well they always laugh and smile for they are made of stone and created this way... No voice, no action just the reflective artists design of them... Thank you this was enlightening..Rosh...
This was very creative right down to your laughing statues!
and I will have to keep it for times when I will post it on my fridge, the next time I need to burst out laughing!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
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Regis
could not stop looking and laughing.
Quite interesting, Roshan - they probably laugh at us all from time to time.
God Bless,
Joselyn
and I will have to keep it for times when I will post it on my fridge, the next time I need to burst out laughing!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~