Yikes... your poetry kicks my ass, Carly.
With sweeping strokes of thumbs composed
I bind this glass
to one-it-self; and bonding's skin
I'll never miss
Intros are so hard to do for a lot of us ya know. Stop trying to make it look so easy. Perfect opening, sets the scene exactly as it should be, and I can already see the cold nostalgia in the narrator's eyes by the time the last line hits with confirmation. Love the line "I bind this glass," the word "bind" has so many connotational values, as if the narrator is afraid something might escape from the glass... also suggests that it is the narrator's choice to bind it away.
I press my lips against the face,
these days that leapt from night to night
and death to still
Again, the leaving aspect, the fact that the narrator is abandoning something she once held dear, and reminiscing over those "days that leapt from night to night." "Death to still," I really like... tragedy to rest... "death" which comes first, is painful and negative, but "still" which comes next, is peaceful, and fully neutral. I think the narrator is trying to express a movement from sorrow into indifference... not in herself, but in the days themselves. The sorrowful days are gone and now, regardless of how she feels, there is only the "still."
For love I lived and love I'll keep
within those walls;
but nothing stops this silken spring
when down it goes.
Here we have a conflict between control and lack of control. I'm really taken by the closing lines, they're inconclusive and bitter. First you say "love I lived and love I'll keep within those walls," suggesting again that it's your decision and you are what "binds" the love within "those walls," but then you contradict yourself, saying "nothing stops this silken spring when down it goes."
I see this as a poem about conflict... control, but in a way, forced control. As though the narrator is making the only choice she has, but nonetheless, is making the choice of her own will.
Oh, and for old time's sake, I'll congratulate your meter... perfect choice, such an awkward and abrupt flow, set the tone just as it needed to be. Awesome, though-provoking work, Carly Anne.
"Faith" means the will to avoid knowing what is true.
~ Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche