what we have become
is not always who we are,
and even eyes steeped in starlight
can lie when necessity demands
Yes. This is very true. For me, it makes even thinking about dating seem almost impossible. I feel so protected now that I am alone and unexposed. The problem is that protected isn't the same as content, warm, happy and loved. . . .
A beautifully crafted poem, Sarah. Our secrets can be treasures, brought out to be savored at odd moments. I liked every verse but the poetry of these lines is especially appealing;
all women have secrets --
mine are scattered somewhere
along the shores of Mar del Plata,
given to the west wind of the Mohave,
lost along the sea cliffs of Kalaupapa
Well, I'm not a woman, but I understand this.
Maybe men have tool boxes...? Locked and oiled, fastened to the walls or standing on locked casters, they keep treasured tools for "fixing" life's many problems.
How refreshing would the world be if we all learned to cast these secrets away and accept each other as we learn to accept ourselves?
You write a lesson in mental health!
Lovely poetry as well.
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you, David...I took the woman's perspective because...well, I am one ;) Seriously, though, i .. read moreThank you, David...I took the woman's perspective because...well, I am one ;) Seriously, though, i have no doubt that we all have secrets, despite our sex.
Such a contemplative piece, what secrets are and how we keep or don't keep them, how we lie or shroud ourselves in other shades to protect them. Aside from a very few that I may never tell a soul, i scatter my secrets too.. I give different pieces to different friends, so no one knows them all, and yet they are not kept... Anyway, gorgeous... Makes me wonder how this poem would read, if written by a man...
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
The boxes in men are internalized and become the poisonous roots that stretch from tip to bough to o.. read moreThe boxes in men are internalized and become the poisonous roots that stretch from tip to bough to opening new buds.
Secrets are like giant worms, they eat one from the inside out. One keeps secrets mainly to protect oneself from the chastisement they think would follow if revealed. Good write with good metaphors, everyone has secrets I guess. It is not possible to walk away from a secret, unless it is emancipated from the slavery of one's mind.
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
I think that part of this write is the emancipation...we must not hold on to things, sometimes we ju.. read moreI think that part of this write is the emancipation...we must not hold on to things, sometimes we just have to scatter them to the wind... Thank you!
..and it is those secrets that we hold close, keep safe, carefully hidden in dream silk boxes...
until we allow one to untie that silk ribbon, release all those secrets and we live happily ever after - dreams fulfilled. - A fairytale - perhaps. :) Julie
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