Paradise Dies Comments
The tragedy lies
in knowing the future lives
only in the mind
the body surrenders well
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I had thought that I would never be able to play tennis again. First time was when I had injured my back. I stopped playing because I thought I might not be able to walk again. After returning to playing, my back was healed.
The best Tanka ever written! Smooth, flowing from line to line like a waterfall from one ledge to another. Not one- I repeat, not one- -excess word. And while it is a highly logical and wise poem, it is full of anguish for our human condition and its temporary quality. I know I say this often about your work- -but truly this may be the best poem I have ever read of yours.... I say that knowing deep inside that your next poem will capture me and the next one after that... your fault though cuz you have a knack for writing magnificent poetry, my friend. 10 ++++++++++++ and another placement on my fav list [I'm beginning to think I should just tell PH to put all M.J.'s poetry on my fav list the moment it is posted] Extraordinary depth and emotion here.
Wow! Susan, thank you so very much for this amazing comment. I really enjoyed your most recent work, and am looking forward to your next. I'll be back to your page in a few days. Thanks again...And, by the way, I am told the work I am editing now is 'rather dark.'
One dies when his aspirations and dreams are never realized even before his actual death! This painful reality we observe in others' life and confront in our own every day existence! Terse and deep write, dear friend!
Paradise is often illusory.The poem is a tale of life itself.
Your observation about the nature of paradise, - so true. Thank you for reading, Akham.
Our future can only reside in our minds as often we have no idea what tomorrow can bring. The body does surrender to ones fate before our ambitions and aspirations are fulfilled which inevitably will end our personal paradise. A poem that gives a multitude of thought.10+
Thank you so much, Simone. Yes, the body always gives up before the hope, the spirit, the desire seemingly align themselves with the inevitable. You reminded me of a great line in an old classic French film (Cesar, I think) , in which one of the characters claims he isn't afraid of death, but he is afraid of not being alive to see the good things tomorrow will bring....Thanks again, Simone.
life is weird, because of hopes, emotions, dreams. because of bonds and relations. beautiful lines. pain of death is must to be repeated in life while breathing
Very well said, Muhammad. There is a kind of death when those emotions and relationships are not realized in a material sense. There is a kind of death when one realizes the body may have ambitions, but the emotions and feelings will not comply...you've made a profound observation. Thanks so much for reading.
A tragedy indeed. Well written, M.J. And yet, I believe this will soon be rectified. Paradise lives!
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2) The second time, in retirement, my hip had to be replaced. Thought for sure, I wouldn't be able to play again. Not only am I playing again, I feel better than ever. A CHANCE AT A 2ND LIFE! GLORY BE! ! !
Where there's a second chance, there is a paradise! Thanks so much for reading, my friend.