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Post by Reilley on Feb 19, 2014 14:50:33 GMT -6
Though drowned for three decades
she steps fresh as creation
from the broken glass doors.
And then I remember, in that instant
that she is dead, and I am not,
this is another century, so
this must be another girl,
a newly minted stranger,
one with whom I will never speak.
I am awash in emotion -
not loss exactly
but a very particular awareness
of my own duration.
I see a beggar leaning against
a jewlery store facade,
his head pressed against the windows.
In those windows are small, empty pedestals,
formal absences of precious things,
now locked away for the night.
His legs wrapped in brown paper
look vaguely medieval,
a knight crafted from office materials.
He is the color of pavement,
his very race in question,
yet when he looks up at me
my own eyes peer out from his tangle of curls.
The girl who drowned so very long ago
settles down to my mind’s bottom,
swept down in a swirl of toffee hair
and less hurtful memories
to where my youth turns gently
in its accustomed tides
and I am more comfortable that way.
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Post by Brigid Briton on Feb 19, 2014 15:14:13 GMT -6
Well, as I live and breathe, it's Reilley! It's so great to see you back here on the forum. I love your new avatar and this poem is really great. So many delectable (although disturbing) images!
I hope you'll visit again soon.
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Post by Fire Monkey on Feb 20, 2014 18:07:07 GMT -6
Reilley! Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long. [or at least so your new avatar would suggest] Nice to see you. A nice poem to return with - I do like it. It reads easy but sits a little less so as it stirs up some disquieting thoughts with a lovely bit of imagery. A poem to make one think and feel - which in my books is a good thing.
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Post by SweetSilverBird on Feb 28, 2014 22:24:43 GMT -6
This is really an incredible poem. I am in awe.
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Post by saore on Mar 1, 2014 12:25:00 GMT -6
Very nice poem. Excellent writing.
Sergio
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Post by eiken on Mar 4, 2014 12:58:58 GMT -6
Reilley, Your writing is quite amazing, wow to this poem I particularly loved the third verse, I got lost completely to your poem at this point, loved it.
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Post by hazelmsmith on Mar 6, 2014 2:10:13 GMT -6
Wow! this is quite spine tingly - I loved it.
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Post by Daniel Mark Extrom on Mar 20, 2014 8:54:05 GMT -6
Hi Reilley.
Amazing! Truly. I particularly like the stanzas about the beggar, and your description of his "clothing" - "legs wrapped in brown paper," and "a knight crafted from office materials."
And "formal absences of precious things": a great line and a great title. And your eyes peering out from his tangle of curls.
Now, having said that: I just got done explaining to Brigid why I am not good at metaphor: Who is the drowned girl? She meant a lot to you. I just hate guessing and speculating.
Forgive me for not being able to figure it out, and maybe it is none of my business and that is why it is not overtly stated, and maybe that is the point: you would have told us who it is if you wanted us to know.
Things like that tease me, and I feel like (A) I am either stupid for not figuring out the answer to the riddle on my own, or (B) I am prying into something that is not my business. Or (C) maybe it's something else entirely.
Fill in the answer in the blank provided! (Note: there is no blank.)
I really like the images and the word choices!
Sincerely, Dan
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Post by Reilley on Mar 20, 2014 9:14:47 GMT -6
Hi Dan, thanks for the kind words! Both the girl and the beggar represent, at least to me, the loss of important and precious things, the girl perhaps past loves, or human relationships, the beggar more material things, y'know, stuff. As simple and as complex as that, really. Chris
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Post by Daniel Mark Extrom on Mar 20, 2014 10:10:00 GMT -6
Thank you, Reilley! I feel better. That's the thing about metaphor. If poets live in the world of metaphor, as Robert Frost said (and I will admit that I only know this because I read something that my daughter's high school teacher assigned, and not because I actually read an essay of Frost's on my own!), then readers will always look for metaphor even if there is none! And in fact, by the power of suggestion, they may actually invent one because they assume that one is there. I have a problem, don't I? Help me! Dan
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