| = lonely departed...|
|Hello again C-M|
I just noticed this poem has the "armchair" in it too, leading me to believe you are taking some sort of quiet inventory of things important to you, both from a rather transcendent pov (if I haven't missed the previous text's message), and a remembering pov like with this one...
It's like an inter-generations monologue of the same character extrapolating thoughts into her older self's lap...
Also it's like a sad journal of a future already past, written by a departing lonely alter-ego...
Worth reading it ...
| = both are alone, you are right|
|Thanks, this poem is simpler than you think, but I agree with your conclusions. It is a dialogue where I tried to soften the transitions between characters, to make them as one in the end, because at some moment these two women can change places. This is why, besides emotional reasons, the young woman blends with the white paint, somewhere between verticality and the upper horizon, when her tears show in the other woman's tears.|
| = ...|
|Thanks for recommending my text!|
| = Tear reflecting tears...|
|My, oh my!|
Thank you very much for explaining a bit, I'm honoured, as I know not everybody likes doing it:-)
I'm not a good psychoanalyric :-))
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