| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 02/09/07 at 08:31 PM Fantastic. I love the imagery. The storm and the mansion and the hoped for relief. The mansion has a wonderful feeling--it gives a high-ceilinged vastness to the home--and the storm at the beginning sends us deep into it with you (seemingly safe) but so intelligent and true--your experience. Memorable! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/10/07 at 02:16 AM I am always drawn to a storm and your poem is no exception. Interesting how you chose a mansion to hide in - a connotation of expanse and expense - a space where one could search for a long time to find what one is seeking. I like the realization in the 2nd stanza and your rejoining the world of potential relationships. This has a very crisp feel about it - a looking back on an experience that gives it a strong perspective. |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/10/07 at 03:04 AM and who hasn't retreated inside to escape the storms of life only to discover that their retreat is a maelstrom as well? |
| Posted by Rusty C Arquette on 02/10/07 at 03:28 AM As one of the crazed artistic types that fill this world, I find myself too timid to lope off an ear, so I take medication to quell these sort of shifts. Maintaining that fragile balance between in and out, ying and yang, balance and free fall, and continually trying to decide which I really like best. (chuckle) - Thanks for the 3D skull ride George...Well writ! - RCat |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 02/13/07 at 02:12 AM Yes, the storm exists inside our mind, we created it, which means we can uncreate it. That's what I saw, and I really like the metaphor George, nicely done :-) |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 02/13/07 at 02:25 AM Yes, its the mind which creates and uncreate.We all need to learn to trick our minds but then we all ought to separate US from us and BECOME. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 01/18/08 at 01:34 AM This is a wonderful way to express a realization we all come to at some point. Going in my favorites. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 01/18/08 at 01:35 AM My potd pick for today as well. ;-) |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 11/29/08 at 12:07 PM A great POTD too. Congrats George. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/29/08 at 04:08 PM Congrats on POTD! A fine one. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/29/08 at 07:53 PM Congrats George. We do not need to be a towering oak that easily weathers storm after storm...I think courage also is the fragile blossom that opens in the snow. No one is storm-proof, likewise, no one is un-shelterable. Survival is (or should be) communal. Thanks. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/30/08 at 12:19 AM Very effective use of analogy in this poem stressing anxiety in facing the "real" world. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/30/08 at 01:23 AM Glad this made it to POTD, George! Nice one!! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/24/14 at 01:49 PM another lovely song you've composed here, George. yes, all things are ephemeral, save love, to which we are betrothed, forevermore and from whose broken spell we think to haven within ourselves, only to discover we are but an empty dwelling, save love is head mistress there and with this realization comes the quick U -Turn from the vacuousness within ourselves and hurry back and welcome her into our fold though she be angel, though she be bitchy, though she be rose, though she be weed, no matter; I would that she prune me in whatever manner she sees fit. I could not fit in the world otherwise. |
