Nepalese Blue

The majesty, chaos and cries
when life has fallen to dust
and I must, watch the eyes
of pain, separation and loss.

The cross to bear
and bare their souls
they will, stripped back
emotion and emotionless
visible, tangible.

What do I know?
A long distance observer,
a visitor long ago,
I recognize fallen places
and blue skies.











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Written on 2015-07-08 at 22:56

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
it has taken me a long time, too long, to know what this poem is about. now that i do, i am touched by it, and such lines as:

The cross to bear
and bare their souls

are beautiful. That you have memories of the place makes the poem personal, and that makes all the difference.
2015-07-19


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, I agree with the line "What do I know?". It is impossible to understand the exact hurt and pain. A very powerful piece :)
2015-07-11


Ivan R
I think about the Chinese storm on the Nepalese people?
Either case, what a thunderous poem,
full of life, will and rejection to the bad,
so good*
2015-07-11



Rich, luxurious language. I love the internal rhymes and other word play. Also the third stanza's break from formality and more intimate ''what do I know'' makes a nice contrast.

Always enjoy your work. You poems are always well thought out and tightly (and interestingly) structured.
2015-07-10