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Wren Member
since 2000-07-05
Posts 312 |
This is my window that overlooks the blackest sea And this is the part of me that thrives with the change of the waves and the ophal moon What do we do with the parts of ourselves that threaten to tear apart our souls? This is my window that overlooks the smooth ocean horizen I tear back the shutters everyday To sit on the wide sill And plait my hair And watch the golden sun ascend the sky Where do we hide the shards of our pain that make us blind to reason? This is my window This is my ocean My sky These are the markings of my life That scar my skin And burn black as crow feathers on my pale brow Why do we let what we are limit who we may become? This is my window This is where I ask the sky implore the sea To withold to me The wisdom of their years I swallow my heart with every breath with every curse that escapes my mouth The sea The sky They cannot know my wrath Why can we never know the most precious of things until they evaporate,like tears? This is my window I shall leap to my death Alone on a rocky, gray shore |
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Hardrock Senior Member
since 2000-02-14
Posts 948New Hampshire, USA |
Wren...As I read, I could feel the absence of emotion...just resolution, rhetorical questions, isolation. Well described here. As for the last part, "leap to my death..alone...", that's the irony: No one ever dies alone...for with the passing of every life, the one passing takes something from everyone whose life he/she has ever touched. All die with many... Hardrock |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
This is a breathtaking poem. Many very good questions here, I wish I had the answers. "If a man moves you to feel like a woman, the least you can do is let him." Merrit Malloy |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Why do we let what we are limit who we may become? Ahh, but I think in this lies the true question. First though, let me say that this is a hauntingly beautiful poem. I love the symmetry of several of the stanzas! But back to the quote... Why? You yourself say it here.. you imply that you don't have to let yourself be limited. We are only hindered by that which is in ourselves. You are able to do whatever you wish in this life. You have only to allow yourself. Hugs for the sorrow you brought from my heart with this piece. Christopher |
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lotharingia Senior Member
since 2000-06-04
Posts 897saarbruecken, Germany |
You express so very well the emotions for someone who has waited for so long that they have given up hope. I take the: This is my window I shall leap to my death Alone on a rocky, gray shore to by symbolic. As she will wait at this window for the rest of her life (so it seems to her now) without hope, so the rest of her life will seem like an endless lonesome plunge into the depths of despair. And while she waits she wonders why she waits at all ... Lotharingia "For God's sake, he's a poet. Poets are meant to feel miserable. Otherwise, what the hell are they here for? What are they going to write about?" Tom Holland |
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Wren Member
since 2000-07-05
Posts 312 |
Thank you all very much! Your comments were wonderful! -Wren  |
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Deborah1 Senior Member
since 2000-06-22
Posts 653New Hampshire |
Wren, so many wonderful responses which are many of my sentiments. I agree with them all especially when Hardrock talks about dying alone and what it really means. I hear so much sorrow and sadness, these are times I wish I had a magic wand, I would change the scene from that window, I hope for only happiness to find you |
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