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captaincargo Member
since 1999-11-25
Posts 109Corning, N.Y. U.S.A. |
It blinds my mind with cruel thoughts My dismal unburied soul eaten by thin fingers of shadow. Tell them that I await them here In the unkempt passage of phantom thought. And still the thoughts prowl this gloom Of violent purple shaded phobia. To sting like white hot brands on lily flesh Yet the pain of it is healing balm. My mind glistens with the dew of morning thought But the sun is weak and the seed is no more. Again we win. I lose. Cap. Carg. |
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ma miller Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 806 |
Hi captaincargo ... I'm new to this site and posted several pieces on the Open board ... I'm struggling to figure out what "it" is, in the first phrase ... "It blinds my mind with cruel thoughts" and .. Who "them" is, in this phrase ... "Tell them that I await them here" and ... In the last two phrase, I'm struggling with understanding how "I" is NOT a part of "we"? Again we win. I lose. |
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roxane Senior Member
since 1999-09-02
Posts 505us |
capt- parts of this poem i think that i understand and parts i think that i don't. the part that starts to confuse me is where you mention the pain as healing. in what way? But the sun is weak and the seed is no more. this is my favorite line. i may have to quote you sometime. it's beautiful and simple, yet poetic and complex. i think i might understand the last two lines, but i dare not give my interpretation until you shed some light on this poem. i had no idea that you had been away. i myself had been gone for some months. glad that you've decided to return too. |
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Not A Poet Member Elite
since 1999-11-03
Posts 3885Oklahoma, USA |
Hi Cap, Good to see you again, been much too long. Well, I have to admit, you pretty well have me stumped here too. That said, it still reads and flows very well, even without really understanding. I enjoyed reading very much  I don't know that these statements make much sense but this is my impression. Now, I too await further enlightenment. Thanks, Pete |
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mysticharm Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 189Canada |
Hi Captain I'll say hello for the first time and wb even though I'm new myself. when you say "we" what are you refering to, the line that follows you say "I" and its kind of throwing me off. I may be wrong, but is this a battle going on in your mind, good between evil? "the pain of it is healing balm." I take this line to mean with each fear you face your one step closer to regaining back what had become numb with the pain. debbie debbie Think of saying "I Love You" as always being overdue. Love is a gift, not an obligation. unknown |
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captaincargo Member
since 1999-11-25
Posts 109Corning, N.Y. U.S.A. |
Hi everyone. I don't have alot of time here so I have to be brief.(Brief for me that is) LOL This somewhat vague piece is in connection to a psycologist friend of mine. We were discussing the subject of schizophrenia and the things that stuck in my mind was that the person often cannot distinguish between we and I sometimes. And while sometimes during therapy the person will often feel fear and relief at the same instant of realization. As with multiple personalities. And how some thoughts are as my friend put it, "almost phantoms of the mind", like the person was watching or more precisely hearing "someone else" think them. I tried to get inside this but I guess I just didn't come across. Modifications are in order. At least that's what the little purple guy in my head is telling me. Thanks for taking the time to read this. Cap. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifolds, soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poets rhymes. "Hymn to the Night" Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Cap. Carg. |
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Brad Member Ascendant
since 1999-08-20
Posts 5705Jejudo, South Korea |
I'll try to get back to this poem later but just wanted to say glad to see you back -- hope you can stay for a bit. I like the ending of this poem (and the explanation helps) but think you might try a different track with the rest of it. More later (I hope), Brad |
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