Author of Demise?
Held in these arms that harm I’m lying here
Heart aches and yearns for glory days of past
I call back times our love was very clear
Your harsh words do tear down soul’s root of cheer
No logic to this prose leaves me aghast
Held in these arms that harm I’m lying here
Oh how sincere your anguish does appear
Yet its effects are short and fade so fast
I call back times our love was very clear
Every new day augments degrees of fear
And by your paranoia, I’m harassed
Held in these arms that harm I’m lying here
My nurturing ways can no longer steer
Which testifies this course can never last
I call back times our love was very clear
Will a dark day dawn when you’ll lose my ear?
How sad the threats of such a loss are vast
Held in these arms that harm I’m lying here
I call back times our love was very clear
Jen, I'm blown away by this. It's very powerful and beautifully composed. Congratulations on writing your first villanelle, and a successfully beautiful one, at that! While I was reading this, I was filled with a profound sense of sadness and bittersweet emotion. I think it really helps to know "the person behind the poem" ~ and imagine if we would have had the chance to know poets such as Shakespeare, Keats, Poe, Plath, Blake, etc. Their poems already move us, and imagine KNOWING the source behind them. WOW that would be powerful.
ReplyDeleteI feel as though you really poured your soul into this piece, and part of that is because I know the motivation behind it, and part is because you work wonderfully with words. You should be proud, indeed. It's a beautiful creation.
Stella, you couldn't have chosen more profound words, in a more supernatural way, if you had tried. I just finished watching Shakespeare In Love, and I must confess, I am now hopelessly smitten by my new understanding of the “real” love behind Romeo & Juliet. Even if it has been fictionalized – there is an undeniable root here; one that cannot be swept away. This glimpse all too clearly explains how such profound confessions could exist between two newly acquainted youths in fresh love: for these words were not intended for their appearance on the surface, rather for the secret code of love’s confession in its darkest hiding place. This missing link of understanding has caused me many hours of meditation on the story’s shallow basis of love, which birthed some of the most powerful expressions of real (forbidden) love. Now I smile at this new “possibility,” and wager to imply, even if dramatized, there is a meaning here beholding solid reason. It is of no relevance as to how authentic the interpretation is, only that an underlying reality does in fact exist.
ReplyDeleteIt is often hard, even for a passionate writer, to put into words how profound an effect a given element may bestow upon one’s faculties. An even larger challenge is the act of satisfying the analytical mind of the deep thinker; the one who seeks to understand the underlying elements more than the surface appearances. As Freud said in The Moses of Michelangelo, “Some rationalistic, or perhaps analytic, turn of mind in me rebels against being moved by a thing without knowing why I am thus affected and what it is that affects me." And here I thought something was wrong with “me and my thinking,” when I come across this confession – I am refreshed and encouraged…there is room in this universe for a rebellious mind (I sigh with relief).
Many times I am moved by masterfully created art, simply by the beauty of its existence, but… oh how magnificent a treasure is getting (but) a glimpse of the master behind the piece. This is one of my true desires in life: the opportunity to get to know the true artist behind the work.
I shall close with my own love’s confession. Forbidden love is a complex business: It involves passion, rebellion, unreasonableness, irrational decision making, and above all, it rages against the beastly side of nature. But, how sweet is the love, when the storm is calmed, and the lulling ebbing tide kisses the lovers intertwined bodies. All the pain and suffering in the world cannot overshadow one moment upon this crystalline shore. I shall hold onto this truth, while I travel through this sturm und drang season…I hear the ocean’s call, and I wait.