| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 04/17/04 at 03:07 AM Striking, wonderful, amazing; I don't even know what to say. |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 04/17/04 at 03:59 AM Oh, the power of the light when it is shed this way. And what in turn did he cast her way? I wonder. Probably the same. |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 04/17/04 at 06:41 AM we do see what we want to see, do we not?... our very emotion can lift a strong man up and bring one to his knees... very profound... very real... very good... blessings... |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 04/17/04 at 05:22 PM another astute truism here Ashok & to take it one step further, it's equally true that moods can blind us to this realization. Nice work my friend :) |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 04/18/04 at 02:36 AM Ashok you never cease to amaze me. Excellent Poem
...Charlie |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 04/18/04 at 03:53 AM yaaa, new poem...i love, i love... |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/18/04 at 11:10 AM for shame, or imagination's lack, we become what we are told. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/19/04 at 02:29 AM An intriguing view of "moods" ! Raises the question as to whether we are what our moods are. Also what impact on others our moods make. You write this with your usual deceptive directness. (There is more here than meets the eye.) |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/19/04 at 04:12 AM Nicely and subtley reflects how at times, depending on our mood and the situation, how any other given human being can either be beautiful or ugly. |
| Posted by Anne Howe on 04/20/04 at 08:21 AM strange things, moods ....you capture them brilliantly |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 04/20/04 at 09:15 PM Is it not amazing how our moods colour our perceptions, which colour us? Oh... to grow beyond that is a goal. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 04/21/04 at 02:56 AM How easily we shed our moods and judgments upon others and how deeply they can wound at times. What is scary is the moments when I unintentionally hand out a rotten egg to someone who may need a flower. Thoughtful poem, as usual, Ashok. |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 04/22/04 at 08:47 PM My first reaction, for some strange reason, was to think of “me” as a reference to “mood” though it’s obvious “annoyance and goodness” are the moods. I think I’m looking too hard hahaha! Ok, so how “I” see “you” all depends on my mood, “I was ugly-she said…and I was” – I am wondering what “And I was” really means here? Does it simply mean that this is the perception of the “I” and that her mood only allows her to see parts of “me” according to the mood that clings to her? Or does this mean that the “me” is actually transformed somehow…actually becoming ‘beautiful’ or ‘ugly’ on some kind of different plane…hahahahahaha I think I’m going crazy for I’m having trouble keeping this simple as probably meant to be…but what if I saw my own mood in the light of my own mood? I can look at my ‘annoyance’ and be aware of its ugliness, of my own ugliness. Then the “I” is ugly on a familiar plane because speaking somewhat objectively, moods are not lasting truths or meaningful knowledge…then again, who says I can’t look at my ‘annoyance’ and be aware of its beauty? Revel in the negativity? Then again, if I’m aware of my mood NOT in the light of my mood, but from a more objective perspective, then my mood has a huge potential to be shed through force, effort, work? Hmmm….I’m rambling I know but it’s because there is something here beyond my grasp…something I can’t put my finger on…so, the only question I am clearly left with is, ‘did mood cling to her or did she cling to mood?’
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| Posted by Rhyana Fisher on 05/24/04 at 03:16 AM nicely captured. i must admit to being SHE at times. |
