dyingflame
09-06-2007, 10:35 AM
What do you think/understand, about the following poem?
Mirrors
Held solid and aloft
only by the wind slapping my face
I tremble
and the retreat rings out in the hollows
of caves in foreign mountains.
I understood while I slipped the stairs
that this was the battle that we have always lived;
the one fought out under the rain with blunt swords
and a few feet away from discarded glass.
I have hundreds of photos.
All of them do not show the exact scene
we had aimed at. For even when our backs were turned
the mind was set
behind the reflected glass;
we sat
apart.
My eyes began to itch but I ignored them,
until the pain spread into the tips of my body,
reflected in knives, in plates, in those fateful two words,
and the imaginary cars and flowers withered
as the sprinklers threw lifeless water on top of us.
The humanity urged us to sleep,
to sew our mouths shut and shout in silence
in our reflections, the reality
in our reflexive actions, our struggle.
Mirrors
Held solid and aloft
only by the wind slapping my face
I tremble
and the retreat rings out in the hollows
of caves in foreign mountains.
I understood while I slipped the stairs
that this was the battle that we have always lived;
the one fought out under the rain with blunt swords
and a few feet away from discarded glass.
I have hundreds of photos.
All of them do not show the exact scene
we had aimed at. For even when our backs were turned
the mind was set
behind the reflected glass;
we sat
apart.
My eyes began to itch but I ignored them,
until the pain spread into the tips of my body,
reflected in knives, in plates, in those fateful two words,
and the imaginary cars and flowers withered
as the sprinklers threw lifeless water on top of us.
The humanity urged us to sleep,
to sew our mouths shut and shout in silence
in our reflections, the reality
in our reflexive actions, our struggle.