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No life is lived easy,
and no trial is ever over.
Why are we who we become?
Why must life
be so difficult?
If life were easy,
who would we become?
Would we be soft, fragile?
No life is lived easy,
and some are hard lived
while others are just difficult.
But life will never be easy.
We are the mold
formed and defined in its hands,
and the world is
what we dream,
what we seek,
and what we will make.
Life to Dream, Life to Survive
By, Melissa R. Mendelson
darren thomas
Mon 26th May 2008 13:54
Hi Melissa - you have a particular style to much of your poetry which I enjoy. On this occasion you have began by asking questions and attempted to answer some. I would be tempted to seperate the line where you repeat the line 'No life is lived easy' into a seperate stanza, giving the appearance that there is a reflective thought between one notion and the next. Does that make sense? You have a talent with words, that's for sure.
<Deleted User> (5646)
Mon 26th May 2008 02:23
This made me feel a little melancholy, but i'm tired and need some sleep.
Maybe tomorrow it will look different, then i can say, long live life!
Thankyou,Janet.
Hi Melissa, thanks for your comment about my last poem, I've just read yours and its deep and meaningful - just up my street!
I also took the opportunity at looking at a couple of other, great stuff and will look for more, thanks Jeff
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Alison Mary Dunn
Mon 26th May 2008 17:48
Yay Melissa! Your back. This poem is inspiring and makes me want to dream, to seek, to create.
thank you
Ally x