This is a meditation on mortality, no question about that, but I feel it was inspired by a particular individual. The person is never named, but it is whoever is being addressed in the first verse. There are other points in the poem where the same individual is being spoken to. Evidently, he or she represents death to the speaker. and perhaps their passing created an inner void for the speaker. This is not a happy poem, but it does focus on a truth: We are all going to cross that line some day.
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You are always so perceptive. This poem has been in the back of my mind for a while. The first sta.. read moreYou are always so perceptive. This poem has been in the back of my mind for a while. The first stanza is about my mother, who died in 2009. I have always been bothered by the fact that I have no pictures from my childhood, and empty frames on a wall was the inspiration for this write.
There is so much here it requires more than just a cursory read and a say of I like it. Which I do. This is creativity. For me it is the empty canvas and the knowledge that I must do something but what and how will it develop as I paint. Along with my experience. A massive tour de force here. On the one hand a violent worry. On the other a gentle meditation of intent.
Could it be constrained into the sentence' The Death of Creativity as a person'?
It is truly sad that I feel within us all is one great gift or moment yet to be realized. Many fail to recognize such a thing within themselves. Never truly living up to their potential. Never leaving something of great or any value behind in their passing. These regrets are buried along with us. A haunting piece of poetry that asks us to reflect upon ourselves its message.
This reminds me very much of a poem I wrote in an extremely dark place both mentally and physically. It was about death and burying your dreams in the ground. It was good, but I'm going to burn it. I no longer want to live in that place. I am going to do everything I can to hold onto what positivity I can manage....
I do not, however, think that you should burn this or get rid of it at all. In fact, I think it would be a crime or a sin, if you did.
This is also reminiscent of Purgatory and about mortality.
Overall, this is a magnificent work. It is kind of astonishing to behold.
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Thank you, Light and Ashes. Beauty is born of sadness, and one cannot appreciate the light without .. read moreThank you, Light and Ashes. Beauty is born of sadness, and one cannot appreciate the light without the dark. Some of the beautiful works are written out of love and sorrow. You can appreciate where you are by remembering where you've been. Only through the cracks can the light get in.
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In a way, I agree with you, but I think that it is light that allows beauty to breathe. It may be bo.. read moreIn a way, I agree with you, but I think that it is light that allows beauty to breathe. It may be born in sadness, but it is light that allows it to flourish....
and you are so welcome. You are, in fact, incredibly talented.
I would suspect a mourn for someone so very special there is nothing to fill the emptiness and pondering if perhaps this will be another's situation when I have gone. But all of this could be just my reaction to wondering how much time will pass until I am for all intent and purposes and empty frame. I know for a fact that my grandchildren have no knowledge whatsoever of my grandparents. It is difficult to contemplate disappearing. " Pictures not taken - going, gone. Moments lived are once and only." thanks for the post -carl
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Thank you, Carl. For me, I have no doubts that I will disappear. Separated from distant family and.. read moreThank you, Carl. For me, I have no doubts that I will disappear. Separated from distant family and having lost both my mother and father and having no family of my own, I will be, as the song says, "dust in the wind." While sooner than most, sadly, I think it's the same for the majority of us.
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yes, agree for sure, my situation is similar with the exception of having five children. Make the be.. read moreyes, agree for sure, my situation is similar with the exception of having five children. Make the best of it while we can???
maybe for someone we loved who has passed, our pen can at least temporarily raise that person from the dead, even for the few moments of the poem dedicated to him or her.
Poets don't forget...
Poets write about sorrow so others may empathize, understand, remember their loved ones...
the relationship of poet to poem to reader....is magnanimous ....
j.
Forgive my improvencia,
Vonifacent, the violin, pianna gocet,
I feel reluctant to say, it makes me ponder, wonder,
I love the part of deep under and empty art casses,
The cry so often left for absesnce, when a loss
I lost someone, and I couldn't bare life itself,
I couldn't stand the absence of his voice, his looks upon me,
I screamed! I screamed! So, slept,
Thank you so much for the poem you share,
I completely, encoumber
----1809
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Thank you, 1809.
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most welcome, dear, hope you are having a grand morning, I am.
in ode to life lived incomplete -
the great wide empty born within
Someone here has gone to their grave, but not without making an impact on the speaker. I feel a darkness here, a void which can not be healed. It is too late for that. An acceptance of what was and what can’t be changed but maybe a wish it could have been different.
Beautifully penned Linda, as all your work is. Left this reader with a heavy heart.
Poetry has been my passion since I was about fifteen years old, and I love the structure of rhyme and meter moreso than just randomly throwing words upon a page without any form whatsoever.
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