Blind Mans Desire

Blind Mans Desire

A Poem by StacyPerry

The music makes me think of you,
The things we'd say and the things we'd do
Gently holding one another,
A hug that lasted forever my lover
There was never going back to being friends,
The day we kissed that had end
A new chapter began with us as holding a love that's so true,
Now a days things are so screwed up that I wish things were back to friends; Me and You
There are no regrets and there are no mistakes,
Not within my eyes at least for goodness sake
We are who we are from the pain we've received,
I know that in my heart and I hope you can believe
As we move on with our separate lives,
We see one another from time to time and for that I shall never despise
You taught me a lesson and that would be:
Love is a blind man's curse my wanted desire and my eyes are finally open enough to see.

© 2010 StacyPerry


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To me this poem seems to focus on the difference between a friendship and a relationship. Here we have two people who have moved from one to the other and when that has dissolved things can never be the same.

There's a lot of retrospective analysis here. The narrator recalls how things were in a very rose-tinted way. Both for the old friendship which she misses, "I wish things were back to friends" and also for the relationship, "a hug that lasted forever my lover". Unfortunately neither can return as they, "move on with their separate lives". The overall message is one that once the barrier had been crossed the friendship could never be re-kindled and as a result the ending of the relationship means there's now nothing between these two people but memories.

In the context of the poem its' title of Blind Mans Desire seems to be intimating that like a blind man the two characters in the story sought something that they thought they really wanted. Like a blind man who regains his sight might be hurt by all the misery and horror he can now see this couple thought a relationship was what they needed without realising that it might have some disadvantages, namely that they were always destined to be friends and not lovers.

This is a sad, well envisioned poem.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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A great write on the complications of relationships. Are we friends or are we lovers? Perhaps neither, since once the line has been crossed there's no going back. A very emotional place to be trapped in, no fun.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

To me this poem seems to focus on the difference between a friendship and a relationship. Here we have two people who have moved from one to the other and when that has dissolved things can never be the same.

There's a lot of retrospective analysis here. The narrator recalls how things were in a very rose-tinted way. Both for the old friendship which she misses, "I wish things were back to friends" and also for the relationship, "a hug that lasted forever my lover". Unfortunately neither can return as they, "move on with their separate lives". The overall message is one that once the barrier had been crossed the friendship could never be re-kindled and as a result the ending of the relationship means there's now nothing between these two people but memories.

In the context of the poem its' title of Blind Mans Desire seems to be intimating that like a blind man the two characters in the story sought something that they thought they really wanted. Like a blind man who regains his sight might be hurt by all the misery and horror he can now see this couple thought a relationship was what they needed without realising that it might have some disadvantages, namely that they were always destined to be friends and not lovers.

This is a sad, well envisioned poem.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a great poem for showing loss of love and how lives go on even though we don't want them too or we still think about the one we miss. great job.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ah, life's a circular track, we have to feel pain to appreciate pleasure, we have to know hate to know love. Your raw writing really leaves a lasting impression here Stacy. "Love is a blind man's curse" could mean so many things. Are we just to blind to see what we need the most?

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

We all go through that process of pain before liberation, for some it seems to go on forever! This is a beautiful poem hon
xx

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yet another beautiful poem- great stuff you put in there, it was deep and touching, sad and awesome.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

the cycles of friendship spinning through a lover's curtain~ending on a lonely note~ every relationship we engage in is a process of learning about ourselves~you expressed that meaningfully in this poetic~

Posted 14 Years Ago


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This is sad. If the friendship was real, something serious would've had to have happened to no longer be friends even after a break up.
Well written.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I don't know. If we don't learn pain. We won't know great pleasure when it arrived. The poem story is sad for when we pass the line of friendship. We can only get stronger or lose someone we need in a life. Last line was powerful. A excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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