I was taking a walk in this random place when I found this random poem written on a nearby wall written by this random person and signed anonymous. I thought I'd share it because, if nothing else, it made me think. I don't want to give my interpretation because I want to hear new ideas, but if anyone at all actually reads this and comments, I'll be sure to share my thoughts as well.
Have a Good Day.
The image of
Home floats by--
Freedom to move
Maybe a girl
Quiet and laughter
Sing the praises
Of each new day
Then I see
The picture fall away
Because it's flat
A cheap postcard
Taped to a bleeding wall
And someone
Breaks a drum in the hall
And screams in envy
Of the fresh and
Drying color on
The floor
Nonsense-bombs hit hard
And pound in
The ceiling
Not much time left
To look out
The window
But I do
Even though
It's been
Painted black
And behind me
My bleeding wall
Comes nearer
Bombings? Family seperation/divorce? War?
ReplyDeleteIt definitely sets a chaotic tone. I related to it in the sense of knowing what you want, but not being able to move toward it for whatever reason, be it internal (depression, separation, etc.) or external (war). I really like the comparison to war. Maybe I was reading too far into it. As always, thanks for the input. Any other thoughts?
ReplyDeleteMaybe... someone leaving? With the part about the postcard. Er, wait. I'm not sure if your 'Any other thoughts?' question was directed toward me or the internet as a whole. Ah, nevermind.
ReplyDeleteOh, I'm sorry. I should have been more clear. I was speaking to you. I'm not even sure if anyone else reads this.
ReplyDeleteOh! In that case, yes, someone leaving. Possibly death. And other people should read this. But only if you want them to. I almost feel like I'm invading your privacy by being the only one.
ReplyDeleteNot at all. I wouldn't have put it on the interet if I didn't want others to read it. I see how the bleeding wall could be death approaching. In that case, the internal conflict is explained because I can't even imagine how stressful it would be to know that I was going to die and couldn't possibly avoid it.
ReplyDeleteWell, I hate to break it to you, but you ARE going to die, and there isn't a way to avoid it. Life is one big game of russian roulette.
ReplyDeleteI meant when someone is terminally ill. To paraphrase Bob Dylan, "I don't mind dying, but I don't dig being told about it." But I agree with the russian roulette concept.
ReplyDeleteAh, I see. Hmm. I think if I were going to die very soon (as in a matter of days) I would want to know. I would want to contact those last few people who I truly care for and just... talk. I view death with more interest than fear. I suppose that's a tad morbid. And off-topic. Ah well.
ReplyDeleteI would want to tie up loose ends, too, I suppose. I guess that's why there are so many songs and motivational speakers that say 'live like you're dying.' But I'm not sure whether that's really possible. There are certain things you just can't do unless you actually are dying. Death IS interesting, really. So many billions of people have experienced it and we still know nothing about it.
ReplyDeleteSurely there are things that seem practical to do only when you're dying. If everyone went around professing love and bungee jumping and doing all sorts of crazy things on a daily basis, the world would be much more chaotic than it is now.
ReplyDelete...which is exactly what we don't want. So do you have anything written online?
ReplyDeleteI do. Just not on this website. But maybe I'll decide to share.
ReplyDeleteThat would be appreciated, but don't feel like you have to.
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't feel like I have to. Oh no! This scary intellectual internet person told me to do something! I'd better do it! ^^
ReplyDeleteExactly! Because if you don't I'll. . .delete your comment! [Insert evil laugh]
ReplyDeleteExcept that wouldn't affect anyone but you. You wouldn't get the delight of my comments anymore. Assuming of course, that they are a delight. Eh. Maybe I know nothing. I'm the village idiot.
ReplyDeleteThey are a delight. I don't agree with that. I don't know many village idiots who analyze poetry.
ReplyDeleteTwas a West Side Story reference.
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Doc's response to Lieutenant Trank.
ReplyDeleteIndeed! Cheers for theater.
ReplyDeleteYes, many cheers. Though I must say that I can only watch. I've never had any interest in or talent for acting.
ReplyDeleteAh, that's a shame. Wait... no. No, it's not. If you have no interest in something, it's not a shame if you don't participate. I, on the other hand, enjoy watching and participating.
ReplyDeleteThat's very true. I'm glad to hear it. Do you have any favorite plays?
ReplyDeleteOh... The Night Thoreau Spent in Jail. Lost in Yonkers. Mauritius. Know any of those?
ReplyDeleteI love The Night Thoreau Spent in Jail. Wonderful story. I almost saw Lost in Yonkers, and I haven't heard of the third at all.
ReplyDeleteYou should have seen Lost in Yonkers! My community theater did it over the summer. It was lovely. How about you? What are some of your favorite plays?
ReplyDeleteWell, Thoreau is great, and I also like Our Town. Other than that, I enjoy just about anything by Neil Simon.
ReplyDeleteI hear a lot about Our Town, but I've never seen it. Neil Simon IS great. I've mostly just read his shows.
ReplyDeleteIt's a wonderful play. It really speaks to each person and makes a bold point of mortality. I watched a few of his plays and they're just so entertaining.
ReplyDeleteYou're very interesting...
ReplyDeleteWell thank you. Likewise.
ReplyDeleteNo problem. I apologize if that was random.
ReplyDeleteI don't mind. I think of random things all the time. Would you randomly like my email address so that we can continue the conversation somewhere other than this comment thread?
ReplyDeleteThat would randomly be nice. So, yes. Sure.
ReplyDeleteVery good. It is schucklifehouse@gmail.com. (No, not like the band.)
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