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Ladybug Member
since 2003-06-17
Posts 236Massachusetts 
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1,855 Days 5/24/03 From behind the cracked window --the pane obscured by ceaseless steam, I watch helplessly as angels earn their golden wings. My mortal arms strike the glass, yearning to be feather-light. Yawning knees buckle from standing still while newborns shove me out of line. I stood first at the gate, but they bring the key, paying pity to their elder as they pass me by. Centuries soar as I patiently wait, My tired feet firmly planted in place Yet I begin to question whether I’ve stood in vain, As I grow weary from the wanting. ---------------------------------------------------- I'm interested to see if you can figure this out without me giving an obvious description...and also, how you interpret this on your own.  Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end... [This message has been edited by Ladybug (07-23-2003 02:56 PM).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Are you sure that shouldn't be 1,855,000,000 days? I mean heck, gal, you spoke of centuries. I think I know. Check your e-mail. [This message has been edited by Sunshine (07-23-2003 03:03 PM).] |
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Ladybug Member
since 2003-06-17
Posts 236Massachusetts |
LOL, Sunshine, the reference to centuries is how it felt, despite only being 1,855 days, hee hee. I'll check my email, and thanks for commenting!  Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end... |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Ladybug - you know the wanting, as you have written. I understand your words as I know of it also... BC |
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Ladybug Member
since 2003-06-17
Posts 236Massachusetts |
Thanks, BC! Ooooh, now you have me curious... I purposely left the meaning behind this poem open to the reader. I wonder if you have hit the nail on the head here, hee hee.  Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end... |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
reincarnation? |
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Ladybug Member
since 2003-06-17
Posts 236Massachusetts |
Nope, but that is a good guess! I love hearing other's interpretations, this is nice, thanks! I'll give a hint, this has nothing literally to do with angels/Heaven...simply a metaphor for a personal experience -- the 1,855 days (as of 5/24/03) is how long I've stood, waiting, wanting... Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end... |
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peppermint35 Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1106Texas, USA |
I think the true beauty of poetry is that it speaks to everyone; it may speak to everyone in a different way than the way "we" as the authors of it meant it to speak, but it speaks... and that.. I truly believe.. is a type of immortality What this speaks of to me is simple yearning for something that should be.. ought to be.. could be.. but for reasons which are completely unknown.. simply is not. I enjoyed the read Pepper |
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Ladybug Member
since 2003-06-17
Posts 236Massachusetts |
I couldn't agree more, Pepper! Some people say that a poem should describe everything for the reader, but I find this true in very few cases. I seem to enjoy a poem far more when I can take something away from it personally, interpret it in my own way, mold it to my own experiences. I am glad that you have enjoyed my poem in this way. Also, you are absolutely correct in your assumption about "my" meaning in this poem Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end... |
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