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By lauthiamkok
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08 April 2008 |
another theory of love!?? they sound kind of sad... arent they??
You left me a legacy, sweet dust,
A memory, that teaches me
The immortality of love,
The repertoire of life;
It teaches me liberation,
It teaches me happiness,
For I'll age alone,
Old and grey and cold. |
Written by Josie (2823 comments posted) 8th April 2008 | | How sad, but it isn't always the case. I've just had my 40th wedding anniversary, and also two little grandchildren, and am very happy. "Old and grey and cold?" - well! Life is exactly what you make of it I am afraid. You get out of it what you put into it. |
Written by lauthiamkok (60 comments posted) 8th April 2008 | | poetry is just a state of mind. it is not a conclusion for life. all inteligent mind should know that poetry is just another 'image' of life like the 'image' of your favourite fashion/ brand created by fashion/ brand makers. no one lives a life by poetry bcos it is not realistic. poetry is just for arts sake. |
Written by Fledermaus (3448 comments posted) 8th April 2008 | A sad one indeed. A healthy attitude in your comment on Josie's comment, for I don't think anyone can be love-sick forever.
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Written by lauthiamkok (60 comments posted) 8th April 2008 | Again, it's just another technigue of my style/ writing to create dramatic peoctic image. It is not an attitude for my life or anyone's life. All feelings are temporal.
This piece is a reference from Christina Georgina Rossetti's,
- May
I cannot tell you how it was,
But this I know: it came to pass
Upon a bright and sunny day
When May was young; ah, pleasant May!
As yet the poppies were not born
Between the blades of tender corn;
The last egg had not hatched as yet,
Nor any bird foregone its mate.
I cannot tell you what it was,
But this I know: it did but pass.
It passed away with sunny May,
Like all sweet things it passed away,
And left me old, and cold, and gray.
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