Guest Heart Like A Hole Posted June 10, 2002 Report Posted June 10, 2002 this is me wishing, i am a withered dancer within a dome of glass drowning in the snow of plastic and blinded by the lights that pass wishing for wings that work, i'm on my knees again driven to tears and sewing shears the fear is in my eyes why must i be so burdened? why must living be such a chore? i give myself away, ever praying for just a little more so that i can fly away maybe wings will work that were broken yesterday... but no, i see, i'm trapped in a bubble oh so constricting will i be always thus restricted and conflicted? wishing now for wings that work so i can make it to the day after this but i'm crawling and my fingers are slipping on the ice that's covered what once was bliss hopes are dashed and teeth are gnashed praying for a ticket to some far off land all i have worked for falls from my hands shatters hard and bitter on the streets i bow my head and sleep in sleet ever-dreaming of wings that will work and fly me far from this wretched place all my hope was in vain i'm swallowed up once more by pain my voice is stolen, even as i shout stripped of everything by his doubt oh, who knew fate could be so cruel trust and faith were folly, and oh, i played the fool so here i sit, wishing for wings that work an end to the oblivion of my glass-dome-cage no wise advice or counsel sage or rants of passion or ravings of rage will release this prison beast i've traded safety for trust comfort for dust and now i've nothing left but a broken promise and a wish for wings that work so i can escape
Guest Xradion Posted June 10, 2002 Report Posted June 10, 2002 Are you familiar with Silvia Plath? The only reason I ask is because this poem reminds me of some of her poetry. It also makes me think of the poem/song "Broken Wings" by the spoken-word/rapper poet Sage Francis. Check them both out if you get a chance. "Wish you could have seen the blueprints in my eye when I flew the coop, utilizing overground railroads in the sky; it was live or die. Let you in on a little secret of mine: Me and you are different, girl, we don't even need wings to fly." –––––––––––Sage Francis, Personal Journals-"Broken Wings" Xradion, The Horny Druid, Scholar of the Ancient Arts, Holder of the Eye of Odin. "The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream." -Wallace Stevens "When at home, do as the Homans do." –Xradion
Rahsash Geldich Posted June 10, 2002 Report Posted June 10, 2002 ::walks up to Heart and places her hands above her head to say a blessing:: May you fix your wings so you might fly May tears heal hurt should you cry Escape the broken cage of trust Fly, angel, its Heaven or bust! ::with that, she grins cheekily and scampers off:: Nice poetry by the way, I've always enjoyed the way you incorporate things from everyday life into your poems, it roots them where other poems just drift around and while you feel them, they don't connect.
The Portrait of Zool Posted June 10, 2002 Report Posted June 10, 2002 "i am a withered dancer within a dome of glass" These lines set a tone of unreality experienced by the subject of the poem that we share by the recurring methpors of the snow globe. "drowning in the snow of plastic and blinded by the lights that pass" "but no, i see, i'm trapped in a bubble oh so constricting" "so here i sit, wishing for wings that work an end to the oblivion of my glass-dome-cage" With the descriptions of bitterness and pain is the feeling of being trapped, and of being your own disconnected observer, much as suicide victims describe. This is a poem of very deep pain, and a description of a hidden dilemna that precludes resolution - not that there even realistically is a resolution, but that the subject is somehow unable to move beyond the situation, to accept, reject, or change. Thus, the metaphore of the title is absolutely perfect. Again, very well written. ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.
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