Forgive me if I stare
at the fatted calf, the ring, the shoes,
the robe, ...... the empty chair.
You're not there, you're never there.
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a beautiful classical poem.......................very touching.........a superb work
...while the prodigal dances away to the next big city, ready to blow it again?
A superb take on the story, piercingly accurate description of feelings - keep it up!
please keep writing you have such beauty originality and metaphor
Forgive me if I stare - a useful but unstated position. The form you chose suits this clever piece of introspection. Rgds, Ivan
A new lady at the Poemhunger's table.... many welcomes... wit or witout stares, flares or pestantry cares... this one is free but very worthy of a TENfold from me!
This is a very fine piece of work. So communicative of the behaviour of the prodigal and the need to forgive by those portrayed and abandoned. Some very cleaver lines near end. Found myself wondering if there really was a party with all the food and the prodigal absent or just a very effective allegory. Keep writing this stuff!
This is a very fine piece of work. So communicative of the behaviour of the prodigal and the need to forgive by those portrayed and abandoned. Some very cleaver lines near end. Found myself wondering if there really was a party with all the food and the prodigal absent or just a very effective allegory. Keep writing this stuff!
found this beautifully descriptive, would love to know who it's about jerry
This is a most unusual poem, and I don't see what more you need to do to it. The only thing I might add would be on that last line...Forgive me if I stare - at your empty chair (and that would just be for the sake of the repetition that you use above.) Scarlett
Well articulated and nice penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.