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| Ophelia by Odilon Redon |
Purging
I wish
for a lone teardrop;
a final vision, reflected
of our summertide heat.
Between my fingertips
I'll crush
spine tingling endearments
and heaven's hands,
toss your abandonment
towards darkened sky.
Blow, blow,
though winter wind,
freeze these eyes,
purify this heart,
for all seasons
must come to an end.
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, July 1, 2012
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Also linked with Poetry Jam -Mood Swings.
I also linked this to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Kerry's Wednesday Challenge (Very) Old School. The challenge to find a phrase or quote from Shakespeare and write a poem. The phrase I used is: Blow, blow, though winter wind.
It is a slippery slope to interpret another's poetic writing.
ReplyDeleteI sense mixed messages of power, control and pain. But... I could be wrong.
This is just beautiful, Margaret. Rooted in the Shakespeare but a stand alone poem in its own right too. Thoroughly enjoyed by this reader.
ReplyDeletenice...this is tight magaret....great use of language to set the mood for this...between the fingertips i will crush...love that line...
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the 'moody' meditative, reflective quality of this poem.
ReplyDeleteAhh.. she is resigned to her fate because of his rejection and yet, she still clings to that little bit of hope with the 'freezing these eyes and purifying his heart' She still sees the good. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely interpretation Margaret.
This is lovely Margaret ~ I like that moment of awakening and finding our way out of a darkened sky ~
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I can't even begin to imagine all these challenges you are part of, Margaret! You amaze me!
ReplyDeleteRising to one challenge is tricky .. combining all three? Masterful!!
ReplyDeleteI always like to see Shakespeare used in creative ways. Thanks.
ReplyDeletepoignant (def creates a mood) & lyrical (the bard would be proud) - the stated challenges come together seamlessly in this wonderful read
ReplyDeleteBeautiful work, Margaret.
ReplyDeleteCertainly a heartbreaking mood in this one, very well written Margaret!
ReplyDeletethe winter purges us of our activities of summer and then we start again
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"Between my fingertips
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spine tingling endearments"
I really like these lines. Somewhere between the sadness and the melancholy feel of the piece, is someone with a firm grasp on the reality of the situation. Shed a tear for what is lost, and then move on to better things. Nice capture, Margaret!
Very well done...I loved it.
ReplyDelete"Between my fingertips
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spine tingling endearments
and heaven's hands,"
Wow Margaret this is powerful!! A mood you caught indeed...well done!!
stunning, Margaret! too many wonderful lines to quote!
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Sometimes we need to purge ourselves of the memories of the hurt of abandonment.
ReplyDeleteExcellent write.
Anna :o]
Great contrast between your hot summer and its absent yet present polar opposite. Everything travels in pairs in this world of ours. I really enjoyed it.
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