Poetry Flashback Highlight at Circumpolar Stars: Older poetry by former members you may have missed, still available to our community.
A poem as rich as this deserves keen observation, notice underlying themes, statements about obsession with boys and why someone could be tragically trapped in bad romance because of shame/guilt.
Relationships start off innocently, like this poem. A girl is fickle, experiences, changes her mind. It teaches about the education in love for this person who becomes abused. The free form nature of this poem flows from one relationship to the next, educating us with bright expressions, such as:
"...his very being was composed/of hair products in different scented body soaps/that were made to give you/things he lacked--/he wore the essence of 'confidence.'"
The fickle girl moves on to her next relationship, which is even worse…
"...I left him for a boy all marked up with ink and blood. With a mind full of demons. And a hard covered in dust."
It gets ugly and she's aware people can see it, but no one does anything to help. She's trapped in a world noticeably looking the other way, convincing herself "love is supposed to be painful" and "sometimes lieing is necessary."
But, the most inspired lines are about the perfect boy, who she deserves, who could love her right, if she had only known the concept of this kind of love existed:
"...No one told me
about the boy with eyes filled with
stardust
and a voice to end all wars.
No one reassured me
that there would be a boy who would
hold me as if I were
made of glass.
Who smiled like he just discovered
the secret to life
every time
he leaned in
for a kiss.
Who took his time
to breathe
and spoke softly and slowly
so I understood.
A boy who whispered in bed when he says
'I love you,'
but proclaims it loudly in public.
Why could no one tell me
someone like you
could exist?"
Spoken most powerfully at the end, when she turns, speaks directly to this boy that exists! (My feeling) I want to shed a tear for this soul who secretly lives a life, or partly open, as victim. It must Pain her to know him, trapped inside her glass world, sequestered from something she cannot touch...either by conditioning (unable to break the cycle) or because she is shamed into maintaining appearances in an abusive relationship.
I'm rooting, begging for her to be free, recover, realize her potential. But, she is focused on the "liars" in her life...blame game? However, realization is setting in. Cycle to be broken? I think giving voice to these feelings in poem is like breaking the surface. It's been dark. It has been sad. There is potential, at least for hope.
So eloquently portrayed, experienced expressions. So thoughtfully laid out, going over the most poignant details to tell enough, but not too much. The reader discovers feelings in words. It was a long and unfortunate journey to realization. I like to believe the walls come down and she empowers herself to fully self-actualize as woman.
It was a pleasure to consume and will share and revisit.
Brian
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