Tuesday, September 26, 2023

All things must pass July 10, 2013

  

Wishing for something she can’t have is a common theme in many of her poems.

But seems most poignant since the start of the year when she lusted after, won the heart of, and then lost the man of her dreams -- something she continues to pine over

What she wants is like a tease, lingering out on the edge of her perception and only by giving into the illusion of it can it be attained --  a lot like the enchanted mirror from the Harry Potter movies in which she sees what she most desires yet cannot achieve it, something she seemed to articulate best in a poem posted last month.

While wrote about this poem before, it takes on a new meaning when taken into context with several other poems she's written since and some earlier, about how she lives her life others only perceive on the surface and how she manages to pick up on things others reveal.

Several of her more recent poems talk about her need to let go of something she cannot get anyway.

This poem suggests that happiness and things she wanted most linger on the edges of her perception while unattainable, a wisp of ripple of something glittering and attractive then far away from the transient dance.

What happiness she gets is always temporary and as in the hermit crab shell poem what all this is is merely a glance, a weary and gifted image of life that is not hers

She gets to see other people finding happiness, but it is not a life she can lead and while she alludes to her lovers claim that life is complicated, she is also saying that her lot in life is not to have the kind of happiness most other people have.

Life is not complicated but a kind of maze of circumstances and circles keeping her from attaining the treasure inside.

life is full of moments, pleasurable and some not so pleasurable, abrupt often disturbing, sometimes a surprise, full of moments when she comes closer to that ideal of happiness only it is a kind of deception.

A glittering jewel in the corner of her eye dancing teasingly around her, alluding back to that poem in which she mentioned her clever and elusive Sprite.

As temporary as all this is some moments still fill her with awe, moments when she needs to let it be, when she needs to forget the details and as the 1960s jargon go with the flow, appreciating that she they are alive, an uncomplicated moment in which they can forget all else and cling to those moments while they last and appreciate the fact that -- as George Harrison once pointed out -- all things good, bad or otherwise eventually pass and she needs to appreciate these while they last, knowing that in her life they are a promise of something she will never be able to hold on to anyway-

 


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