A psychologist once told me that people we see in dreams are ourselves. A manifestation of our psyche coming to terms with unresolved issues. If that is indeed the case then your poem speaks of a loving and forgiving nature. It is deep and I can relate. Very nice Siddartha
A psychologist once told me that people we see in dreams are ourselves. A manifestation of our psyche coming to terms with unresolved issues. If that is indeed the case then your poem speaks of a loving and forgiving nature. It is deep and I can relate. Very nice Siddartha
I had to read this several times. It is very intricate, yet has light tone. Love is a powerful force and forgiveness is divine as one reader put it. An Amazing write!
I see a couple possibilities with this one. One, it could be a spouse forgiving her lover for cheating on her primarily because she was secretly thinking about doing the same to him. That or it's a little more innocent. The opening lines lead me to believe that the words 'You came to me in a dream, said..." were the only lines spoken by the narrator, thus the rest of the poem is a third person - this third person could be frustrated by their faith in humanity, "I do not like the way you see, Positives all around, selfless beings abound." Yet realizing the narrator won't give in to bitterness and cynicism, causes this dreamlike antagonist to realize their love for the main character because of that unyielding belief. Well done nonetheless. I was just reading Siddhartha earlier today, then saw you had posted a poem. Strange how that worked out.
The problem is lying is a bad habit; very much like people entering into bad relationships. But habits can be broken as well as hearts. Kick the bad habits, keep the good heart.
I had to read this several times and I'm not sure if I have cracked it! Maybe it's about the fact that we may continue to love and cherish our significant other and yet in our minds we desire others and feel guilty about it (now, you see, I've got into confessional mood!). I struggled with 'The infidelities you have fraught' - the sense of fraught here challenged me... I wanted it to be 'wrought' - and then it made sense... the taunts and jeers had driven the poet's mind to loook elsewhere...
I might be wide of the mark! But people do love on... despite everything