Eileen Manassian Poet Rhyme

Days Without Number

You have forgotten me
Days without number
But I am not God
I will not speak to you
I will not remind you of my love
I will not call you back
I will not whisper to your heart...

In towering tree
In sky and sea
In budding rose
In grass that grows
In sky so blue
In sunset hue
In mountain tall
In leaves of fall
In rushing stream
In stars that gleam
In everything 
In everything....

No, my voice will be still
I am not God
I cannot forgive
I cannot forget

For you have forgotten me
Days without number
And I?
In time 
In time....
I will have forgotten you.

Eileen Manassian

Jeremiah 2: 32- Does a young woman 
forget her jewelry, a bride her wedding
ornaments?
Yet my people have forgotten me,
days without number.

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Laura Breidenthal August 24, 2014 at 7:38 PM That second stanza gets to me... this poem is also really awesome. I need to visit your page more often. These emotions you invoke are strong with these words. I respect the bible verse that offered some information. Write on friend. Always, Laura

Richard Lamoureux August 24, 2014 at 8:08 AM For me, I worry about the devastation of forgetting. As you read in my book Alzheimer's is a real possibility. As a result I do my best to maintain an active mind. I know that's not what this poem is about but it brought it to mind.

Demetrios Trifiatis August 24, 2014 at 4:00 AM Powerful writing, concealing, among other things, hurt,disappointment and anger feelings that are not good counselors for your kind and tender heart. We should never allow these feelings to occupy space in our soul for they might erode our good nature. I know is just a writing and a beautiful one and for that I can only exclaim: WOW! Eileen Manassian August 24, 2014 at 5:25 AM Efkharisto, my dear poet. As the good word says...Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks. It is not just a write. It is borne from my feelings unto the page. You are right. I must fight these thoughts and continue on. Thank you for being a bright light.

Shadow Hamilton August 24, 2014 at 1:04 AM so well expressed Eileen love it hugs Eileen Manassian August 24, 2014 at 5:24 AM Thanks, Shadow. I'm glad you liked this little piece. Your visit is appreciated.

Robert Lindley August 24, 2014 at 12:38 AM Be of great cheer, you, yes you having many friends here! Gift us more such heartfelt writes we, the wind, will fly your spirited kites This gem-- I give a very, very solid 7.... Eileen Manassian August 24, 2014 at 5:23 AM Thanks, Robert....I do love the wind playing in my hair. I'm a silly girl. When we go for rides in the evening...like a teenager...I still stick my head out the window and sing along to what's playing on the cd player. Shameful for my age...but I do love it. Thanks this analogy, for it is a beautiful one indeed. I appreciate the rating, and the visit much more. Blessings! :)

Ken Carroll August 24, 2014 at 12:19 AM Wonderful confessional write Eileen...Thanks for your kind visits to my page!

Justin Bordner August 23, 2014 at 9:09 PM When you feel forgotten just remember all the love you've gotten. Never forget what has given you love, never refuse geniune love, and never stop giving your dynamic love Eileen. This poem has a beautiful composure in it's sorrow. The style rolls upon the heart. J.A.B. Eileen Manassian August 23, 2014 at 10:08 PM Thank you for your visit, Justin. The one who gives me love, finds love in return. I believe strongly in reciprocity....measure for measure...depth for depth....strength for strength. Being genuine is indeed a highly valued trait in my book. I'm glad you enjoyed the rolling....You know I highly appreciate your visits.