I didn't know
Don’t blame me, dear. I didn’t know
That roses wilt while thistles grow,
And what is now the scent of May
Shall turn to dust the other day.
I didn’t know that flying hurts.
When you are up and chasing birds
Your wings unfasten and you fall
To where you have to learn to crawl.
I didn’t know that spring would kill
When giving me the silly will
To dare for more, to fight and see
That what I want is not for me.
I didn’t know you were unjust,
And when I asked for love and trust
You found it easier to go.
Don’t blame me, dear. I didn’t know.
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Nitta
Ronald J. Edwards
Trinity Ink
http://trinityinkexperiencestrengthandhope.blogspot.com
Very interesting poem here, I will have to read it a few more times to have it make sense to me, I am sure it makes sense to everyone else, It just take me longer than most :)
ron
Thank you
Thank you for taking the time and effort to get into my poem. I hope you read some more and share your opinion with me
It doesn't matter how slow you go, as long as you don't stop
When one writes poems like
When one writes poems like this, one runs the risk of sounding sarcastic instead of sympathetic. It's a matter of tone, I guess, and thankfully Nitta always gets it right.
There is much beauty and power here. The first stanza is beautiful and should be read over and over. The third stanza is powerful, and reading it too much could make one melancholic. Perhaps the same could be said of the second stanza. ("I didn't know that flying hurts..." I like that.) The 4th stanza is the perfect ending and perhaps the best rhyming of the poem. It is a nice summation.
I hope many people comment on this poem. I'm curious for other opinions.
Finally, it must be mentioned here that the author has experimented with form once again. She rhymes (for the first time?) with the aabb scheme instead of the abab scheme. Equally effective? I think so. Interesting? Definitely.
Flattered...
An adamgray comment always makes me curious, since you are one of my very first and most devoted readers, which I appreciate immensely. I am always glad when you like my poem and this time, I must say, you amazed me. I was very flattered to know, that you know my poems I details; that is rhyme, metrics etc. You are absolutely right. I don't normally use the aabb rhyme scheme, but this poem came to me like this. It's an experiment, why not?
It doesn't matter how slow you go, as long as you don't stop
anniversary
It has come to my attention (because I pay attention to such things) that the poet Nitta has been a member of The Poetry Showcase for exactly 1 year now. Congratulations Nitta! No one is happier than I am that you post poems here. Finding this site was a great stroke of luck for me and I'm very thankful for it.
Stages of life
In this poem I can feel this person go through these different stages. In the first stanza she realizes what her love has become and shes sorry to find this out. In the second stanza it shows how weak she is how much it hurt her. She is just learning how to cope with it. In the third stanza stanza she realizes just how mush power she has wihtout this realationship she is starting to rise. In the fourth stanza she is saying that she is really not sorry for what she found out. She is a stronger person because of it. Those are her parting words as she says, "Don't blame me." In those words she is not asking for forgivness but saying that its your fault therefor you cannot blame me. This is how I interperted this poem of course I could be wrong. I am not a literature professer or someone who might have studied this field, but I truly believe that was the meaning of the poem.
Great
Thank you for such a deep undrstanding of my poem. I'm glad to have you as a reader
It doesn't matter how slow you go, as long as you don't stop