The saddest day

The saddest day is the day of birth,
The day you remember time has passed by
And confined you in a coffin.

The saddest day is the day when no phone rings
And you remember how alone you have become,
Barren from the sorrows of everydays that fly away and leave you far behind.

The saddest day is when you feel you are still alive
But yet you know no life lies ahead of you.

That is the day when you know that the will (not free will) is the only choice you have to spare you the sadness, i.e., to save you by His Grace.

I think this could look better as a message without poetical form. Good points.

"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so." These are only the saddest days if you frame it that way. I'm not going to critique this, but only hope that you are ok.

This is the worst haiku ever.

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Originally Posted by cafolini

That is the day when you know that the will (not free will) is the only choice you have to spare you the sadness, i.e., to save you by His Grace.

I think this could look better as a message without poetical form. Good points.

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Mr. Folini, though insistent on promoting an anthropomorphized deity, seems to be making a central point here. Maybe it just means submit to what you can't control, i.e. the unknown. Carl Jung said it was proved to him that there was a god every time something crossed his willful path. For all intents and purposes, that is a god, innit?

If this poem is a reflection of your mental or emotional state, this reader empathizes deeply. Whenever Jack of Hearts is feeling this way, the only remedy is connecting with others, ex. doing something for someone else, purely for them, and asking for nothing in return. Ain't that love?

What's that old Jewish saying:

"Let not your heart convince you that the grave is your escape; for against your will you are formed, against your will you are born, against your will you live, against your will you die, and against your will you are destined to give a judgement and accounting before the king."

... even if the 'king' is just the infinite silence between atoms.







J

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Originally Posted by Jack of Hearts

This is the worst haiku ever.



Mr. Folini, though insistent on promoting an anthropomorphized deity, seems to be making a central point here. Maybe it just means submit to what you can't control, i.e. the unknown. Carl Jung said it was proved to him that there was a god every time something crossed his willful path. For all intents and purposes, that is a god, innit?

If this poem is a reflection of your mental or emotional state, this reader empathizes deeply. Whenever Jack of Hearts is feeling this way, the only remedy is connecting with others, ex. doing something for someone else, purely for them, and asking for nothing in return. Ain't that love?

What's that old Jewish saying:

"Let not your heart convince you that the grave is your escape; for against your will you are formed, against your will you are born, against your will you live, against your will you die, and against your will you are destined to give a judgement and accounting before the king."

... even if the 'king' is just the infinite silence between atoms.







J

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You will will yourself out whether you like it or not. The only other alternative is suicide. Evidence of the mechanics is paramount. Carl Jung was as much a parricide as Freud.