Such Waste

Such waste of pen, if your only subject self-centered men; Such waste of pencil, if vain women the stencil, patterns and frames of your poetry – her many loves and woe-it-try! And if Nature and her creatures are your features... Why God only first and last? – a few words before rest, and a brief recital upon rising....

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Eve Roper

Date: 8/1/2021 1:20:00 PM

I've read the poem a few times and I am lost. I am the second stanza... but loosing a husband that is all my heart aches for.

Eve Roper
Date: 8/1/2021 9:55:00 PM

Thank you for your wonderful healing comment. I am also Catholic, so a rosary prayed. Thanks and the sign of the cross when I pass the church where they keep the host in the tabernacle almost everyday to thank Him for everything.

Joe Dimino
Date: 8/1/2021 2:12:00 PM

I don't think you are the second stanza -- I think you are a loving, caring person...who has lost her soul mate. And I totally believe that this journey on earth is not all there is to life...someday, to be reunited with all our loved ones eternally. This poem is about taking God with us consciously throughout the day. Letting our sense of spiritual oneness nurture and guide us. Thank you, Eve, for reading and commenting. Sorry for your loss. I have had such tragedy in my life -- I have a sense of what you are feeling. I try to have faith that somehow, things will be made right. I know, twenty years later and my heart still aches.