Paper Bag Poem #46

[mfwilkie]

A wall of glass and smothered light
sever night and the force of its winds

from me and an itch that thoughts might
be a language only eyes can express.

Somewhere close by, a muse struggles
with unmodified stars.

[Marion Poirier]

I'll come back to this later, Maggie when I can focus better.

I like the language - but I'm having trouble with your intent -
need to read it several more times.

M

A wall of glass and smothered light
sever night and the force of its winds

from me and an itch that thoughts might
be a language only eyes can express.

Somewhere close by, a muse struggles
with unmodified stars.

[purplejacket]

Hi Mags.
I read this. I had fun filling in the holes.
Not sure if the muse is yours or not. Works either way.

[Marion Poirier]

Maggie sometimes only the author can understand the
meaning of a poem - can't grasp the first couplet,
but it can mean anything you want it to mean.

In the second one I love this part:

thoughts might be a language
only eyes can express.

Thats a great line (s) never thought of it that way -
but it's a profound trurh.

I think I understand the third couplet or at least have
my own interpretation; I am certainly not a foreigner
when it comes to struggling with expressing words.

I can see now where the 2nd and 3rd couplet is related -
still thinking about the first one.

I couldn't fanthom the whole at first -
now that I've strugged with it,
I find it to be intriguing and very fine work.
M

[purplejacket]

I see a person sitting at her night-window. The window forms a barrier between the watcher and the windy night. She's also separated from the itch about thoughts...eyes. It's interesting to call it an itch - serves the purpose to be something uncomfortable - something she wants to scratch.

She can't think of a good adjective to give the stars she sees out there. She can only use her eyes to say what they are. Maybe the stars have pulled their eyebrows together, and are looking out over a pair of specs.

[Marion Poirier]

Maggie this poem is very profound and I think I'm
getting it - if not your intent - making sense of it.

Thanks Amanda for helping me understand the
first couplet - sounds logical to me. This poem
is probably for deep thinkers only - I kid you not. (GG)

Now for a suggestion to T or L, Maggie:

I think the itch sort of throws off the train of thought -
it did for me. Why make it more complex than it is by
bringing in another element? Most of us are not that
smart - speaking for myself only. Knowing the terrible
plight of our planet - does not speak well for humanity.

Thanks Maggie, for making me think with my rusty brain -
and you, too, Amanda.

M

[ramadevi]

I love this! Especially the enigmatic, but philosophically thoughyt provoking, unmodified stars. Wish i came up with that one! as well as the language only eyes can express.

Bravo.

[Ron Wallace (Scotshawk)]

How long must I beg for a collection of these pieces? This is excellent, Maggie. Ron

[mfwilkie]

How about one more "losing" Yankee season, Cowboy? ;D

(Just remember you started this latest go-round!)

Seriously, though, I'm glad you liked this one.

I'm actually serious about that losing season, too.

Ah! Sports fans!!!

Mags

[ramadevi]

Yes, these are worth begging for. i love those unmodified stars. Came back to get another glimpse of them.