GOLDEN REWARD
rksingh
With sudden twists and turns
popping up each new day
life still awaits intrigues
through meandering pathways
I search the golden light
the rising Capricorn
held for a Sunday child
the labyrinths are dark
and scary but I know
the way in is the way out
I can’t trip along the way
like others in blind alleys
the guardian angel
leads me to golden reward
--R.K.SINGH
George Dance
Thanks for posting here again, Prof.. Singh. I was afraid we'd lost
you, after those two posters ran a thread bashing your poem, "Death.'
You'll be happy to hear that they've recently both left in huff, both
complaining that their own poetry, and their all-around brilliance,
weren't being appreciated enough. Good riddance, say I and a few
others.
I enjoyed reading this, but was distracted by your line formatting. Is
this the way it should read? I'm used to you writing in short stanzas,
and fear your word processor may have reformatted without your
knowledge.
I'm not sure if you want 'golden' twice; it calls attention to itself
in such a short piece, but it seems like an important word here. i'd
like to hear your thoughts on that.
I'd also be interested in your explanation of the line, "The way in is
the way out." That looks like the most important line of the poem, and
I'm not sure exactly what it means. I've heard it before: Neil Peart
used it in a lyric once, though he wrote it as "The way out is the way
in." I think understanding its meaning would give me a better grasp of
the meaning of both lyrics, yours and Peart's.
It would be easy for someone over here in N. America, lacking your
cultural background, to miss the deeper meanings of your poems, and
I'm afraid that includes me as well.
In any case, please feel free to continue to post your work here.
rksingh
>With sudden twists and turns
>popping up each new day
>life still awaits intrigues
>through meandering pathways
>I search the golden light
>the rising capricorn
>held for a sunday child
Dear George,
Thank you very much for taking note of my latest poem and commenting
on it.
The 'comments' on my DEATH were indeed not in good taste, but in
retrospect, I think i did right by keeping from the vitiated
commentary.
The present poem was in two stanzas of seven lines each. I would like
to reproduce it, as it should have been:
With sudden twists and turns
popping up each new day
life still awaits intrigues
through meandering pathways
I search the golden light
the rising Capricorn
held for a Sunday child
the labyrinths are dark
and scary but I know
the way in is the way out
I can’t trip along the way
like others in blind alleys
the guardian angel
leads me to golden reward
I hope the text is now clearer and makes a better reading.
Thank you very much for your support to my creative efforts.
R K
Will Dockery
Just caught this, RK, very enjoyable read, interesting & intelligible.
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