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PoetikliNclynd ~.~
Very well said, my friend. Thanks for commenting. Peace, blessings and understanding.
~SS
posted by
soulspeaker
on January 26, 2010 at 6:55 PM
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That's kind of the way our world works huh? I think you can apply that to anything: class, sex, race, status. The group on top are always lookin through the hazy fog, but comfortable as a opposed to the group below with less opportunities and benefits.
posted by
PoetikliNclynd
on January 19, 2010 at 7:25 PM
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MandaLee ~.~
Thanks for visiting -- hope you enjoyed your stay. Peace, blessings and understanding.~SS
posted by
soulspeaker
on January 17, 2010 at 9:35 AM
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Hi, Sinome ~.~
You hit it right on the head. This piece
was inspired by the devastation in Haiti. It made me think of the words of a poem set to choral music
"... each man's death diminishes me because I am involved in mankind. So, therefore, never ask to know for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee." I believe we all should feel lessened because of Haiti's catastrophic event and moved to action. Thanks for commenting. Peace, blessings and understanding.~SS
posted by
soulspeaker
on January 17, 2010 at 9:32 AM
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Hi, sam ~.~
...nice seeing you, too -- and I think your analysis is right on the money. Thanks for commenting. Peace, blessings and understanding. ~SS
posted by
soulspeaker
on January 17, 2010 at 9:23 AM
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Elyse ~.~
Nice seeing you...so glad you enjoyed this piece. Thanks for thinking of me. I do miss writing so very much -- however -- priorities. Thanks for commenting. Peace, blessings and understanding.~SS
posted by
soulspeaker
on January 17, 2010 at 9:20 AM
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BC-A
You've very nicely summed up the words of one of my previous poems (Understanding - June 23, 2008). Thanks for commenting. Peace, blessings and understanding.~SS
posted by
soulspeaker
on January 17, 2010 at 9:16 AM
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6 We see what we want. We don’t see what’s needed. BC-A, Bill’s RJLst
posted by
BC-A
on January 16, 2010 at 8:20 PM
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((((Soul)))) it's great to see you here. I was just thinking of you the other day and hoping, trusting all was well in your life. This poem simply touches me ~ touches me deeply. Elyse
posted by
elysianfields
on January 16, 2010 at 11:13 AM
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Nice to see you again! I think there can be duality of meaning for the one's looking may be in the deepest fog! sam
posted by
sam444
on January 16, 2010 at 9:19 AM
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It is sad that so many live in the misery you speak of... The other night in the news covering
Hati's disaster... there was a toddler captured by one of the cameras sitting in the middle of one of the devastated streets. He looked so alone, so lost, his big black eyes were as you describe those eyes in your poem... large and vacant... as if his soul had been scared off him I have been dreaming with him since I saw that. Wondering many of the things you speak of in this thought provoking poem ... and yes feeling a little guilty as well for being one of the "lucky ones" This is excellent work Soul. Welcome back Soul... I have missed you. ( hmmm I like that sentence for the title of a poem :-) ) Take care of you xoxoxo
posted by
Sinome
on January 16, 2010 at 7:43 AM
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