Until Then . . .

You cannot ask of me

to care

like you cannot ask the dead

to speak

or snakes to fly

across the sky.

When Jesus 

will speak with you 

perhaps,

or when on clouds

a snake you'll see

high above a Willow tree

though such a sight is more than rare--

that will be the day

perhaps

about you I will care.

Until then . . .

Reviews

[ReedWrite]

There is no doubt that in some relationships, one or the other person is pushed to a point they no longer care. You can only bleed so much. I liked the analogies...good flow. Enjoyed this poem.

[guy drori]

Thank you for the comment. Yes, I agree that sometimes people are pushed to a point where they no longer care anymore.

[Philip Muls]

Makes me wonder what the other has done for the 'I' to feel so much hatred. But you express the emotion well with the analogies.

Good piece.

[guy drori]

Thanks for the comment Philip... and yes I agree - a thing I wondered about too when I wrote this.

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

Well, I usually like poetry, to read, ponder on and write.
But your piece left me with an uneasiness.
Sometimes we tend to dislike people in our lives.. And it's alright, we are only humans.
One great man once said that, keeping grudge or hatred for someone in ones heart would only destroy oneself.

An emotive piece, nonetheless.
Regards
Jyoti

PS: This is my personal opinion, I don't expect it to be taken offensively.

[guy drori]

Thank you for your comment and I respect your opinion entirely.

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

You are welcome.