Rune Posted February 13, 2003 Report Posted February 13, 2003 (edited) Symbolic of putting people on pedestals and then not listening when they request to be helped down. It was also written to attempt to answer a question I asked myself, but I wont go into details as they are not needed. Perhaps its a subtle reminder that often people are held in such high regards, that they might feel trapped in a world they consider never changing... I am not really sure. Written in about 5 minutes or so, reread once (so there is prolly spelling errors) and I am sure there are mistakes...but posted here (instead of the workshop) as it is complete and I do not plan on rewriting it. blood soaked feathers in a rusty cage cloudless sky cloudless soul a whisper for help not a scream or a cry no reason to live no reason to die this is your world your heart does not ache forever the same forever unnoticed unaware of the signs faith in illusions ignorant bliss ignorant pain belief in fiction no sense in truth consumed with idols consumed with beliefs a phantom visage a heavenly crown forgotten in love forgotten in remorse words spoken clearly salvation divine wings for ascension wings for declension the saga is over forever beloved by all those who knew her by all but herself Edited February 13, 2003 by Rune
RIvaL Posted February 13, 2003 Report Posted February 13, 2003 nice. the short stanzas and verse create fleeting, blurry images which quickly change adding a somewhat fast pace to the poem. charming yet sad.
Vlad Posted February 13, 2003 Report Posted February 13, 2003 Very goood use of repetition. One of your top five poems thus far. Kidding aside though, I'm impressed.
Rune Posted February 13, 2003 Author Report Posted February 13, 2003 *giggles at the top 5 part* hmm..id have to say its definately one of my 2 best. ^__^ Thanks for the nice comments guys.
Peredhil Posted February 13, 2003 Report Posted February 13, 2003 wow. As someone who's been accused of pedestal pushing, this causes me to step back and think - always a good response to a poem... thank you for posting.
Cyril Darkcloud Posted February 13, 2003 Report Posted February 13, 2003 Its name is Whisper, this small owl that sits on his shoulder as he closes the small and well-worn book through which he had been leafing. He speaks softly in the tongue of those things which move about in the air and the small owl takes the book in its talons and flies silently into the banquet room. Hooting quietly to attract the attention of the small one, the owl drops the book into her hands. It turns and its silent flight carries it swiftly away from this place of light and sound. The book itself is a small drama written some time ago by a young Eugene O’Neill and is titled The Great God Brown. ooc: Rune, you might enjoy reading this play if you can find it. It deals with a subject similar to the one in your poem. The play is about a young man who protects himself by means of a mask, only to find himself unable to remove it because the young woman he loves has herself fallen in love with the mask he wears and refuses to ever recognize him as the person he truly is. I’ve seen the play in collections of O’Neill’s work.
Peredhil Posted February 13, 2003 Report Posted February 13, 2003 Cyril - that reminds me in a strange way of the Living mask Cyrano De Berziac (spelling?) hid behind. Jose Ferrier's rendition, though black and white, is still my standard for Cyrano.
Tasslehoff Posted February 13, 2003 Report Posted February 13, 2003 Rune, that poem is absolutly great! you are a stud![ in a female demoness way ] Keep up the good work!
Archaneus Posted February 13, 2003 Report Posted February 13, 2003 I'm scared, all my work pails in comparison. Seriously though, great work. I really liked this one. And I like the subtle almost contradictions.
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