He said the words
The tingle zinging through me
Blow by blow
Just exactly like my dream
Or was it a dream
At all
He says the words
Again
And my gaze wanders
I see it all the same
After all
He says the same words
Or was it just a dream
He says the same words
And I know
And I know I know
And I know he knows
I know I know I know
Again he knows he knows
That I know
But he says the same words
After all
And my gaze wanders
Stunned
The blind white skin
On his finger
Now I see what
Shunned
Just exactly like my dream
Or was it a dream
After all
I see it all the same
Blow by blow
Ringing through me
And that ring
That ring
It’s gone
very deep and beautiful, last line has changed the feeling of the poem
Thank you.
I agree the last line changes everything but that my be assuming. The repetitiveness of your lines enunciates and insinuates a confusion, frustration… Disbelief. It’s difficult or me to comment on poems like this because ones interpretation can turn into an assumption and I’m always afraid I’m going to say something wrong or offend the author. The imagery isn’t quite as straight foreword as mine that I cannot go by the words themselves so much as the way it was written. Thus your poem is representative of confusion and pain therefore the last line suggests loss.
Charles-
Thank you for your thoughts.
I don’t really know what this poem says to anyone but me. I like to think that if it says anything at all, it is personal to the reader. But then, I just don’t know. Sometimes they don’t get built, but just come out this way, and then I have little perspective about them anyway.
As for offending..it’s interesting to hear anothers interpretation of what I’ve written even when it has little to do with my intent. And sometimes I don’t even know why I wrote something.
I think the only time I ever feel offended is when people believe they can judge me or my life by a piece of poetry, that it’s always autobiographical, real time, or that writing out the Blues is somehow negative.
But then, I guess that’s the risk you take creating anything, eh?
You are dead on in seeing disbelief, confusion, loss. And if you have experienced those feelings, coupled with KNOWING something that you also just could not already know, along with the feeling of repetition, then you read what I was saying quite clearly.
Thanks for visiting, —Pearl
Really, very nice. And as soulstirrer said, the last line changed the meaning. I am just feeling to keep on reading this poem. Do write often, I really enjoy your poems!
~Blessings~
neilina–thank you! As always, love to hear from you.
–Pearl
I must admit at times I find it difficult to comment on the words of others as I find myself forever affiliating my own experiences and emotions…but then I suppose that’s what shows the measure of a true poet….I shall visit again soon xx
Well, Reah, thank you for this great compliment–I was reading it and thinking how happy I felt that it brings anyone to thoughts of their own experiences, when I got to the last of your comment. I welcome your thoughts! Thanks for visiting.
–Pearl
Yes… But do yo really want that ring back?
Disturbed–Well, considering this was written about a moment in time long long past, I’d have to say, well Hell NO. LOL. Neither way I used the word, ring, either.
Still, these weird moments are sometimes like snapshots to me, and bring words long after the fact.
Thanks for stopping by, it’s good to see you about!
–Pearl