Below is the poem entitled (2) I don’t know which was written by poet
Bocsa. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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And I felt like the echo broken on the lake’s wave
And my solitude was my last poem ready to save
The whole world .But I didn’t find the words:
Something locked my poor vocal chords
The doctor seemed to prepare his knife, but –he said-
“You can ask the other doctors` advice even prepaid.”
“I would pay anything to know the best truth…”
“You must not pay because you are on the roof “
And it was freezing last night. Many mud died.
And I felt the frost as a light, and I cried
Hidden into the wonder trembling dew-drops;
Lord will choose the true prays crops
And a new hope thrilled in my old chamber.
I opened the eyes for this light like the amber
Slowly, it invaded my soul with a tender serenity:
My body has to fight and go deep into holy sanity.
"I don’t know…but I will try for God `s sake...”
And the day was pretty sad near the lake;
And long hours, I had a horrible headache.
But, it was an important decision to take.
And the day was windy and cold;
And I drank much brandy to hold
The dream with the Fairy of Life;
And I made love with my wife.
I don’t know; unfortunately nobody knows…
I don’t know…how our solitude grows;
The churches are empty where my angel bows;
Serenity, why must you knit the brows?
I called the ambulance and we wait in desert for what?
The paramedics said they didn’t know ...but
I didn’t know we needed their help or a psalm
Could quickly transport us in other magic realm...
And you didn’t know the true love,
And you didn’t see the lonely dove.
You didn’t think this body as a glove
Of the joyful soul that will fly soon.
What is there, at the side of the moon?
Nobody knew our hearts put in just a big one to gather;
I waited so much that finally we decided to go together:
With much patience I stayed on the side of the river and time.
I don’t want to accept the surgery intervention upon my soul.
Please Lord, make this to be just an ugly dream I will recall.