The things that were, and the things that were not,what do they matter when all is forgot?
What use is the candle you use for light?
When standing outside on a cold rainy night.
Do you sing songs of lamentation to a deaf ear?
or is it the sound of your own voice you wish to hear?
Do you paint pictures of your heart to a blind eye?
or do you paint so that you can hang it for passers by.
Whatever it was, and whatever it should have been,
no one can name what they have never seen.
And yet all that was, and all that was not,
what does it matter when all is forgot?
8 comments:
As usual, the words and the picture mesh perfectly.
A lovely and very powerful poem.
Seriously good! Lovely words, beautiful thought, amazing picture and great music....
Great words, so many questions and the answers to those questions seem to be right in your face. Amazing poetry Shaira. Keep writting.
hey its my blogs birthday go wish it. lol
Beautiful entry! Hope you're still enjoying the Sham :)
Thank you everyone.
Ha ana za, ahlan wa sahlan :) I am planning a trip to shaam soon.
Balushi, nice to see you.
" Det finns en port som öppnas tyst
och stänges utan dån.
Alla vägar leda dit men ingen därifrån.
Och vägen dit är svart av folk som bara går och går
och alla frågar: Vart? Varthän?
Men ingen svaret får."
(Hjalmar Procopé)
Gud vilken fin dikt!
Har aldrig hört talas om Hjalmar Procopé. Det är inte du själv kanske? :)
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