Permit Me.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Permit Me....

Rating: 4.7


IN ENGLISH:

Permit me
I want to quit thee
now and perpetually

it has been enough
all things go too rough
never a smile all too tough

today I have come back
having been to the snow regions
have had much fun on the peaks

now I am going to pack again
from the time I went to Tignes
the poem's title was Exercise

if I don't leave
I will never be wise
so I can weave

excuse me, if I leave my dear friend
saying goodbye and
leaving poem sites has become now a trend....


Anno Domini Monday the 28th of January 2019-
11.48 hrs. A.M. West-European Time

Permit Me....
Monday, January 28, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: poem
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 02 February 2019

Snow regions have peak of beauty and love. There is no need to leave. Life is like this. Here poets and visitors come and go. Sometimes they say goodbye but we carry emotion. Still we continue. Writing poem is our ambition. An amazing poem is brilliantly penned...10

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Kesav Easwaran 29 January 2019

Leaving? There must be a reason behind. Much poignant piece Sylvia. well written.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 28 January 2019

The picture that goes with this poem and the words that have been imprinted are marvelous. The words touch the core of the heart. So very true. A great and honest write and so tenderly woven. Thank you, Sylvia for this wonderful offering. God bless always and your family.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 28 January 2019

The last two stanzas are thought provoking. I hope and pray the great Poetess will not leave this site as what others did. I have noticed that some had left.and others came back. It is just sad sometimes when the comments they made, so inspiring and motivating were removed too, leaving no marks of the beautiful thoughts they had imparted.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 28 January 2019

A poignant yet so touching and beautiful poem. The two opening stanzas convey sadness. Yes, when.things go too rough and tough and we can no longer find happiness, things we enjoyed before ceased to exact the said feelings from us, then we are left with the choice of leaving and find happiness elsewhere.

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Sylvia Frances Chan

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Jakarta, Indonesia
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