My Childhood (Revise)

I am unsure of what to say Rony. I see lots of promise in this poem.

Hi Rony,

There is so much melancholy in your poetry. I feel your pain but I am hopeful, for as you say you are "holding on to a promise of forgiveness."

Our emotions are a rich source of prose and poetry. I am grateful for receiving your gift.

Thank you,
Maya

wow. I love it.

So dark and yet it ends on sort of an upbeat.

From footsteps lost to conquering fears. Nice progression. Nice poem.

very nicely written. I really can relate too a lot of your poems

This is an entirely different poem from the one I commented on earlier. Did you completely revise it?

Yes I did

I really like this, Rony. It spoke to me...

Incredibly written and worded, Rony. Fear is a gateway for the enemy to attack. I continually remind myself that I was not created with a spirit of fear.

may strength be with you!

((( pondering...angels always ready and waiting )))great

Nice prose Rony.

I found these two lines interesting:

a Dark Horizon, Periodically A sunrise
comes searching for a place too

I know I'm taking them out of context, but that's a reader's prerogative. We often read something into a poem the author either never intended or didn't realize was there. I like these two lines because, while they suit this poem, they also offer a slightly different image depending on whether or not the reader puts a period after the preceding word, "underneath". I like poems like this that offer a number of different interpretations. Some poems seem obvious, others like this are a bit ambiguous as to what the meaning of the poem is or what the poem is about. I often want to ask my readers to tell me what a particular poem was about, rather than whether they thought it was good or they liked it, etc.

For me this poem holds a number of meanings: the moments after a nightmare; the moments before a new day with the author having escaped another night; the moment after recalling a bad memory. For me this is a poem of hope: shedding whatever the past held for a fresh start.

Our mind is place where I could unravel thoughts from the past in bringing them to the fort front, you describe my world I lived with a Constance constellation of words coming to me at any given time, for that I thank you

Thanks for sharing.

DID YOU SEE COMBAT?

wonderful

Depth and well written poem.

I missed this before. I am glad I found it now. It is great.