I stood there regarding the house on the hill, it remained standing there, majestic and still....When suddenly before me, a new vision appeared, a castle, with moat and a river was near....I shook my head, dismayed at this sight, suddenly realizing it was the dead of night....Though the castle glowed bright, I dared not enter, entrenched in fear, unmoved by its splendor....As I turned to depart, the night faded to gray, not a single marker to guide my way....Undaunted by the view, I walked towards tomorrow, my heart burdened with undefined sorrow....That's when I awoke to a brand new day, an angel beside me who promised to stay....[This was my second attempt to post this. It lost about 5% of it's sharpness, when I lost my first set of changes. I love all my friends out there and wanted to thank those special ones who were beside me as I had a bad spell today. Enjoy and as usual psycho analyze away! Note: I never found my angel, although a special counselor named Moriah served as a temporary angel for about 6 months. I just decided to put a happier ending to this segment.]
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Bravo, my friend..amazing poem..love it.
the castle could be again, a metaphor for....either the feeling of unobtainable solutions to past questions that seemed too insurmountable to attempt to resolve....or questions about the past that seem daunting to resolve because the night turning to gray and no road signs to mark the way....may be your still looking to resolve them, but just haven't figured out how to do so yet.
The castle was my chance out. I had my chances at love but didn't take them because I was too scared. I wrote that with a specific girl in mind. She liked me but, I walked away. Your first suggestion was in fact, the secondary meaning of it. Good analysis. You are obviously quite smart, although I already knew that!
It's like dream analysis isn't it..... I often wonder what the heck was my brain thinkin when I wake up sometimes from a really weird dream and have fun looking stuff up. But I did take a few classes in college that helped me to understand a bit what the mind can imagine, like philosophy, and literature....all the metaphorical meaning in verse, and in paintings as well as all the symbolism in art film.
That's good. I may need lots of psycho analyzing before all is said and done. I wrote a short, pretty poem for DistressedMermaid in her latest post too. I enjoy chatting with you. That's for your insight!
JEG, thank you for Part 2. It brought tears to my eyes. Angels don't always have
to be seen. I just wish you felt better today so you can enjoy how amazing your poem
is. Thank you for sharing this with us. You are very talented my friend.
That was the best yet!
I see the house as being you and you turn into a castle/a stronger version of you. The moat is messy times in life. The river is how you will escape to easy times past all the difficulty. You went in the night being death and into the afterlife... you are afraid of the light there so sorrowfully you leave and eventually regain the life on earth trying to prepare for the next life once again as you notice wings; and you are lifted up eternally when you realize suddenly that you are the light and the angels and the afterlife.
You are so very talented. Such eloquence. Thank you for sharing this touching poem with us, JEG.
🤯🤯🤯 WELL DONE JEG.
You really are very good with words, as to meaning - i feel you trying to hide the real meaning. Almost as if , you start to let us in, get scared and pull back quickly. The angel who stayed probably speaks for itself.
That was a reference to my beloved counselor named Moriah. She promised she would never betray my trust and she didn't. But, that was only for 4 1/2 months. It took 6 weeks for her to break my wall of mistrust. I am curious as to why you think I'm hiding the meaning. I don't consciously try to. I just write what occurs to me.
I just think that you give us a glimpse of something that lies very deep within, then maybe a little worried that you have let us see something, you pull back. I could be, and probably am , completely wrong. Either way it is beautifully written and leaves us hungry for more.
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