for I am your museum
and also your miracle
to reflect your starlight
so my heart stays home
embarrassed by sadness
I rise and fall on wings that
may be pages and they may
take me away to forgetting
I can see the road right here
how it gets there--connects
--without touching a thing
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Pic: The aftermath of yesterday's winter storm.
Pic: The aftermath of yesterday's winter storm.
14 comments:
Gah, that first stanza really hit me!
Lovely first stanza. And while I like the sound of "fraud friend," I'm sorry you feel that way.
The first and third stanzas are almost like a Christ metaphor. They're so full of light and almost religious imagery.
I understand the poem as a whole and its importance in expressing the speaker's emotions. As a poem, however, I think the third stanza's sound/alliteration drags it down a bit. I can appreciate the break, though, almost as a sort of hip-hop interval, and that adds interest.
Nance, I wrote this late last night... and yes--looking at it now, those 4 lines are superfluous. Thank you. I'm removing them now. Sorry your comment will need mine for context now.
Oh, beautiful and moving. xo
I didn't see this before you removed the fourth stanza, but that first one really got to me. It brings so many images to which I related deeply and personally. How you can express yourself so eloquently and openly is something I admire tremendously.
<3
"I am your museum" -- wow, what a line. So much emotion is trembling right at the surface of this poem, Maya. ❤️
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Thank you, Nicole XO
Thank you, Steph. (I removed that stanza...)
Thank you, Jeanie. I've been thinking of you today--hope it went beautifully!
Right back at you, friend! (I didn't link you to the Notre Dame post, but will in a sec.)
Thank you, Suzanne <3
I think of often of "kindness with your mother's name" that you dropped in comments one time. I wrote about it again, I'll link in a few...
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