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Minh Goi
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Viet Nam Pieces Never-ending rain
pocks the sands, while we,
strolling in the surf, live.
No style—just living ;
can’t see tomorrows ;
forget yesterdays :
live for these moments.
Life could end for us
& we neither hear
the blast nor see the flash.
Now no sorrow or regretting ,
just sweet, sweet longing.
Oh, for one more moment!!
Let me select that moment!!
When life meant nothing,
suddenly there was one who cared
for nothing else than my happiness!!
We found freedom from fear of death.
All we needed was uncovered
by the harsh hand of Reality, but
brushed by the real hands of Love.
If you had lived & loved
a while in heaven,
would you be content now,
with life on earth ??
But heaven & hell are united
now, no Viet Nam, or DMZ, &
you can never go back.
So, has life gone on—or ended ??
As it happened, I then thought
how it would be, remembering.
& I believed it would pass
from my mind, like a bright comet,
passing a billion duller stars,
in a long, lovely night.
But in that lovely, lonely sky --
something began to grow,
that’s grown here even to now.
& just the TWO of us knew :
only He, and we—as one-- saw it.
Oh, God ! Phi ! Hue !
Minh Goi !!
Je ne regret rien!!
(it was before
I knew myself; & she read her poems
in French ; & I wrote her poems
in English. I remember her heart;
it was much like my own. Do you
Wonder why she’s unforgotten?)
((Do you think I'll EVER forget!!??))
hey, i liked the poem but i also had a question..... je ne regret rien is i have no regret? right?
You asked what I liked. I like the narrative. Great style. I like the comparisons of love, especially under diverse situations. The contrasts in the way this reads is the way we think. That's a plus for me. Continuing...there are moments when life could end, each moment, not that I am not optimistic. lol There should be moments (lots) without regret and sorrow. Unfortunately we all have baggage and most of us carry "take ons". This line, to me was a kicker: Oh, for one more moment!! Let me select that moment!! ( I would use three exclamation points after the second statement, being the demanding and aggressive independent person I am.) I really beg for one more moment, lots. I suppose that is because I don't wanna die basically, but I usually blame it on my children and beg for moments to see their next birthday, the next holiday, for their children to grow up, or beg sometimes to see their children's children grow up. Which is really stretching it, but be prepared I always say. Usually this happens on a regular and healthy basis, but most when I am convinced the reaper is right outside my door. We probably would rather have a choice. I would like to know that I was dressed for the occasion. Okay, I am mostly concerned about what shoes I would be wearing.(You want truth, right?) What ever that means, its only for this moment anyway, don't expect honesty, its not on my resume. Maybe I should consider working for the government? The first and second stanzas are very nice, they do take the reader "there"...like the pocked sand, nice sound too. I'm sure it was pocked with a lot more than rain...unless you are referring to schrapnel...but I wouldn't know about such. Anyway, I liked your poem. Thanks for the comment on my writing. The one you read happened to be a shape or sight poem. (I have this thing about making lovely pictures with my words. Keeps me from reality which bites the big one most of the time.) Oh...meant to say, it is funny how love is so relative to being no matter what form it comes in, friend relative or lover. It is a unique force and a stronghold for everyday. Thanks for stopping by my page. I will read more of your work when I get a little time.(Me begging for moments again.) I seem to be bogged down a bit with some back writing and such. Okie dokie spokie! Take care. Peace, love and granola.
A beautiful tribute. Thanks for sharing.