Nepalese Blue

The majesty, chaos and cries
when life has fallen to dust
and I must, watch the eyes
of pain, separation and loss.

The cross to bear
and bare their souls
they will, stripped back
emotion and emotionless
visible, tangible.

What do I know?
A long distance observer,
a visitor long ago,
I recognize fallen places
and blue skies.

Poetry by shells
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Written on 2015-07-08 at 22:56

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
it has taken me a long time, too long, to know what this poem is about. now that i do, i am touched by it, and such lines as:

The cross to bear
and bare their souls

are beautiful. That you have memories of the place makes the poem personal, and that makes all the difference.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, I agree with the line "What do I know?". It is impossible to understand the exact hurt and pain. A very powerful piece :)

Ivan R
I think about the Chinese storm on the Nepalese people?
Either case, what a thunderous poem,
full of life, will and rejection to the bad,
so good*

Rich, luxurious language. I love the internal rhymes and other word play. Also the third stanza's break from formality and more intimate ''what do I know'' makes a nice contrast.

Always enjoy your work. You poems are always well thought out and tightly (and interestingly) structured.