Thread: Opaque 1 of 2

He was...

...a liquid memory
of passions long forgot
a tired monologue
writ in stoic prose
to ideas not himself

but what did he know
of himself?

...a child burnt for fuel
on endless avenues
travelled in regard
to what they dreamed to be
to who they claimed to love

but what did he know
of love?

...a murder of a thought
that tired long before
it's action came about
an emptiness absurd
an emptiness alive

but what did he know
of life?

and I saw him set in glass
a courage made opaque
and in his eyes I cried
when no one else could see
and in his name I loved

what did I ever know
of love?

-Erick Diaz, September 19, 2007

ah, i like this. i saw in this (and maybe this is just me) a duel image, first a disregarded street kid, a wandering existance without a clear-cut sense of identity or fate, and then i saw an image of jesus in a stainglass church window, in that harsh, immortal pose of ultimate identity and a solid fate. it made for a very intense contrast. thats what i saw anyway. really enjoyed this.

wood

That is a very interesting interpretation that's likely worth a poem in its own right. As is the case with most creative people you seem to have added more layers to this than I had originally conceived ha ha.

My personal meaning for this was to convey the lack of self definition I experienced as a young adult. The mirror I implied was a metaphor for a transition from ignorance to some semblance of adulthood. Sort of like the inner child departing to the recesses of one's soul in one last tearful farewell leaving a man to wonder what he's learned, if anything at all.

Very nice, glass pencil. You captured that uncertainty feeling so many of us have when we are young and haven't really discovered who we are.

wood, I like your interpretation of Jesus in the stained glass, it works well here.