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Here in my childhood
wearing robes my mother chose for me
I play; I grow; I learn how to please
Here in my childhood
wearing robes my teachers chose for me
I grow and play, learn how to appease
Here in my childhood
wearing robes I earned and chose for me
I travel the world with a 'hold-all'
Here in my childhood
we walk; my love, my life beside me
My wordly goods floating on a veil
behind me
Janet, I enjoy the thrill of the philosophical which throbs through these recent works. Your present experiences must be a comprehensive learning curve.
Great theme.
<Deleted User> (7164)
Mon 10th Jan 2011 15:20
Thanks for comments which are very much appreciated.
Isobel - I think each verse is about after-life in a sense. Life after the various stages in life where i believe we are all as children in a new experience :-)
Steve - I don't think it actually meets the criteria for a ghazal, though it did occur to me that with a bit of tweaking and more work it could become one. I'm working on a different project at present and this one as Isobel says was pulled out the bag :-)
Thanks to Bernie, Andy and Laura :-)
Love this Janet - like how you play with repetition and subtly change meaning
has a song like quality that i like here, janet.. top banana! x
has a song like quality that i like here, janet.. top banana! x
<Deleted User> (8753)
Sat 8th Jan 2011 21:31
excellent
Well done you for pulling one out of the bag so quickly!
I like the way you manage to convey that life is a journey and the fact that none of us really 'grow up' - just move on.
I'm assuming the last verse is about after-life where we finally become connected to what is important and leave all the materialism behind.
I like it Janet! x
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winston plowes
Thu 3rd Feb 2011 21:46
a clever style to take the reader on a journey, enjoyed. Win x