Sunday, March 6, 2011

Our Ophelia



Watching you unfold, slowly
a thing emerges, a hope;
one so dashed,
so shattered
upon the rocky shore
of my own heart-
jagged and edgy
and I know your heart
and when you look at me
i see you look through me
and you know my heart.
Once they beat as one
when you grew within
now you grow without
and dare not return
until it is too late
and my days are done;
yearning to sail home
to Ithaca.
Lost and alone
never knowing the way
with endless flailing
backtracks.
Eyes see nothing;
lost in a vision of seeking
Oh! the beautiful madness
such a righteous distraction..

Eyes see nothing, restless heart.
Endless red haze
To stop is to die.

13 comments:

dragyonfly said...

thanks emma for your reading and comments...i am a new student to writing and will take your comments to heart. The subject was a myopic thru someone else eyes about a young woman who is struggling with her adolescence and is somewhat self destructive. just to give you a flavor of it. I do worry about punctuation.

Claudia said...

adolescence certainly is a time which makes us stand beside ourselves sometimes a bit and sometimes we seemed to grow faster than we could keep up with..

Brian Miller said...

the endless flailing back tracks...been there in life...the growing without and within as well is effective in feeling as well...see quite a few of those self destructive youth in school and when i did counseling...

Heaven said...

The first part resonated with me as my children are growing into adults ~

I hope that there is closure and new beginning ~

manicddaily said...

I think of Penelope - hard to have separation. k.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Quite beautiful - a pleasure to read despite its sadness.

I can remember when I sometimes feared so much for my children during their adolescence.

They were not lost from me forever and allowed themselves to return to the welcome of my heart.

Have a wonderful Christmas.

Anna :o]

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

I thought there was a lot of beauty in this--I was one of those who flailed a bunch as a teen and young adult. This poem reminded me of some of how that felt for me--Happy Holidays to you!!

Kim Nelson said...

Angst and self-doubt emanate from this piece, but there, too, nestles hope. Seems to seek solace and fulfillment.

Behind the Smile said...

Lovely photos. Eyes see right through you is what especially hits me powerfully and squeezes my heart as I read this. Sad and powerful writing. Thank you for sharing.

Siggi in Downeast Maine said...

Thank you...well written and full of what I can relate to...hindsight you know, even with my own children and grand-children.

Sabio Lantz said...

"when you look at me
i see you look through me
and you know my heart."

Tis a joy to have this sight

Kelvin S.M. said...

..what a fascinating poem with such a stage in life... the classics and myths both have a space in my heart and soul and yours resonated well with my taste... this is a poem i know i'd like to read now and again... thank you...

Merry Christmas to you and family..

smiles...

jasmine calyx said...

This is a great poem! I love the artwork you included. And your ending is fantastic:

"Oh! the beautiful madness
such a righteous distraction..

Eyes see nothing, restless heart.
Endless red haze
To stop is to die."