sack
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Wicked Eve's collection of 225 or so poems on Literotica comprise many extraordinary selections. Few, if any, writers can attain this degree of excellence, especially time and time again over a period of years. Wicked has certainly proved herself here, and I hope as time permits to highlight a few of her poems that particularly impress me. Here we have "When the Builder Leaves":
Walls whisper in dust
as winds stir remnants.
No longer can I recall
the room he built.
Beams and boards
were gradual.
I became plaster,
nails in a paced floor.
When he left,
foundation shifted
and form crumbled.
I stand once more
but not these walls.
This poem is so amazing on many different levels. You could interpret first and foremost it to reaffirm mans' capacity to recover from disasters, natural and "emotional." The most concrete possibility (no pun intended!) is that Eve lost a love and is the better person in the long run for it. But there could be a larger implication here....when bad things happen to good people, walls may crumble, yet the human spirit goes on, "standing once more." I also see a more abstract interpretation....when loved ones leave or die, "form crumbles" but life inevitably goes on. So this poem relates to the larger process of decay and regeneration, in under 50 words! I thought the "plaster" image especially provoking....sometimes in a relationship, one person is the "plaster" or "glue" that holds it together, and when the other person leaves, form indeed does "crumble."
All told, an extraordinary document, and I thank Wicked Eve for sharing this stunner with the world!
Sack
Walls whisper in dust
as winds stir remnants.
No longer can I recall
the room he built.
Beams and boards
were gradual.
I became plaster,
nails in a paced floor.
When he left,
foundation shifted
and form crumbled.
I stand once more
but not these walls.
This poem is so amazing on many different levels. You could interpret first and foremost it to reaffirm mans' capacity to recover from disasters, natural and "emotional." The most concrete possibility (no pun intended!) is that Eve lost a love and is the better person in the long run for it. But there could be a larger implication here....when bad things happen to good people, walls may crumble, yet the human spirit goes on, "standing once more." I also see a more abstract interpretation....when loved ones leave or die, "form crumbles" but life inevitably goes on. So this poem relates to the larger process of decay and regeneration, in under 50 words! I thought the "plaster" image especially provoking....sometimes in a relationship, one person is the "plaster" or "glue" that holds it together, and when the other person leaves, form indeed does "crumble."
All told, an extraordinary document, and I thank Wicked Eve for sharing this stunner with the world!
Sack
