How can you expect to give your heart while saving face when every soul standing before her is an open book
She reads your mind digesting thoughts rendering each word null and void until presented on a Silver Platter
And...
You hold her affection wrapped as a gift possessed but unaccepted keeping your reaction abstruse and Alarming while her intentions are undeniably authentic
But...
When the bow becomes a Padlock and the wrapping paper weathers away into stone you'll look into the mirror
At the Face you saved and ask yourself over and over again how could such anguish have been worth so relentlessly
what a great metaphor..how many times have we all been down this road..saving face clearly is lying to yourself, many noses have been cut off for this reason..your use of affection as a gift that you refuse of accept but keep without using really captured the understanding of the feeling and then the bow becoming a paddock..this just strenghtens the poem..a really well constructed and thought out piece which shows your every rising talent..
-- it's a powerful piece... -- am not sure if i follow all of it perfectly... but i find my appreciation of this piece in the last few lines... -- i have begun to think that nothing unpleasant is worth fighting for... and we really can't 'fix' anyone...
-- i guess maybe we can't 'fix' anyone except perhaps ourselves ? ...
9 Years Ago
That is a lot to think about. I will keep it on my mind.
9 Years Ago
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Ah, saving face. Isn't it such a contradiction in terms? What are you saving? So afraid to be yourself with someone because of fear. Banish the fear and you are truly set free. The picture is great btw...
"Inside the white noise my thoughts are immortal but my time is not" EH Monroe. This brings about the idea to not hold back from telling someone how you feel for them. It is better to have your pride intact and heart that is always question what if? I think not and this is what this poem says to me.
"When the bow
becomes a Padlock
and the wrapping paper
weathers away into stone
you'll look
into the mirror.." Love that part/very introspective piece.
you have succinctly expressed the double edged sword of every blessing; strength and vulnerability - so simple yet so insightful - so light yet so heavy - so subtle yet so intense...a long review at this point would take away from the glory of what you splurged on us or with us here - pearls upon pearls of wisdom shown; not told - so very very very thought provoking - you know i never dare to rate; but this is just brilliant!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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