Enigma Poem by Elena Plotkin
Enigma
Time is a promise that can't be kept.
The sun does not rise nor does it set.
Dreams are the lies we conjure up in bed.
Tomorrow is supplanted by today instead.
The answers we seek only lead to more questions.
The advice we crave we treat like mere suggestions.
We cherish memories and neglect the future.
We cut each other without the knowledge of how to suture.
......oops! ...I failed to recall my visit to this enigmatic poem BUT MY MEMORY IS SUPERIOR TO ALL OTHERS! ! Now, THAT is AN 'enigma'! ! ! best wishes, bri : )
Damn! How did I fail to recall my previous visit here? ? ? Oh, yeah, I
'enigma ĭ-nĭg′mə noun One that is puzzling, ambiguous, or inexplicable. A perplexing speech or text; a riddle.' Perhaps this poem is an enigma for me? bri : )
(cont.) .....I always close the wounds I cause (or I try to) even though my needles may be dull and my 'thread' may be weak. : ( bri
Elena, I've little time right now to delve deeply into your poem, and time may not help much. I I want you to (cont.)
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4/29/2024 12:21:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very well written poem. Honest, realistic and truthful. To be remebere