Natasha

[Delta40]

Her weakness, she said
was that she couldn't bear
to be made up from the past.

Philosophy was not her
prescribed course of pills
so now she was just a broken
heap of blue-eyed possibilities
in the minds of those weeping
over her lifelessness.

They took selfies
in her eternal absence,
themselves dangling in the twilight
lamenting what she might
have become if only
the windows she gazed through
had a sweeter view.

[dara.cv]

Such a sad story. The first and last stanzas leave the possibilities that the girl's past was sweeter and more beautiful than her current state of affairs or contrarily that her viewpoint was forever smeared by a hard life. I first thought of the latter which envoked thought of my philosophies of my own hard times. Sometimes it is a better thing to be self protective in one's own deceit; better to have a forgiving philosophy than be forever skewed by your past.

A very provokingly sad piece. The only part that didnt fit for me was the selfies. I can see where even in other's tragedy people tend to be still self absorbed, but for me the silliness of the selfies trend just doesnt fit with the sadness of the girls end, but liked it all the same.

[Delta40]

Thanks for your review dara. I agree the selfies do seem silly but in the face of tragedy and bewilderment, they are still a form of expression and they are bound to appear so why not acknowledge them?

[MystyrMystyry]

Bumps