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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 8, 2011 3:11:13 GMT -6
The sun's slowly sinking Why doesn't the ocean boil I'm sitting here thinking In all of the fresh dug soil With rainbows and dew And all the other things too I guess I don't know Why should it be
The sun now is quite low I guess that's where it should be Maybe it's time to go It's just that I cannot see What is with this game And why do we take the blame It all seems pointless It seems so sad
Where is our happiness Or was that a passing fad It's been a while I guess Now I can't even be mad From start to the end No matter the words I've penned I finish crying For all will spoil
Copyright June 29, 2010 by Timothy Emil Birch
The title of this poem is old Greek meaning "truth" or more correctly "un-concealed".
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 9, 2011 8:06:15 GMT -6
Hi Tim, I'm glad you offered the footnote about the meaning of the title. However, it seems to me that there is still quite a bit concealed in this poem. Are you talking about a love affair or about humanity's destruction of the earth? It really isn't clear to me. Maybe I just need some coffee... Brigid
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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 9, 2011 16:49:33 GMT -6
Actually it's about life in general and how things seem to go in directions we don't want and can't control and somehow, when we had no control or say over events we end up feeling responcible for the outcome anyway.
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