Oops!… We Did It Again (the girl wore red)

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99 thoughts on “Oops!… We Did It Again (the girl wore red)”

  3. My favorite lines of yours:

    i’d sooner take a bucket to sand
    and shovel my life away
    than to be without that brave girl
    desideration
    i’d sooner melt into her skin
    than to be mere smoke, and dying
    one drab breath at a time

    Captivating and surreal imagery you boosted into my consciousness.
    I love that about your writing. Very vivid and remarkable. 🙂

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  5. Fabulous poem, very resonant, thanks. Couldn’t resist adding this one by Robert Graves, which somehow touches on the same areas, Hope you don’t mind.

    Through Nightmare

    Never be disenchanted of
    That place you sometimes dream yourself into,
    Lying at large remove beyond all dream,
    Or those you find there, though but seldom
    In their company seated –

    The untameable, the live, the gentle.
    Have you not known them? Whom? They carry
    Time looped so river-wise about their house
    There’s no way in by history’s road
    To name or number them.

    In your sleepy eyes I read the journey
    Of which disjointedly you tell; which stirs
    My loving admiration, that you should travel
    Through nightmare to a lost and moated land
    Who are timorous by nature.

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  8. Nice reading you sir Un of the Bolt, you are hard to come in the inbox and also in the writing shit that comes up in wordpress. Anyways, do learn a bit from you and your poetry and the cartoons are cool,too, having said that, don´t blow smoke up you..a..s or ass,.
    Good man sir, or good writer at least.

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  10. I had to read your poem a few times to understand it. I still don’t think I do. I’m not sure if he is remembering or seeing a girl who was in the holacaust and doesn’t want to live without her or he is looking at her remains found in the ground. You are very advanced as a poet. I have studied much poetry but your poem has many complexities. I think that when he says his girl wore red well, perhaps, it means blood and she wears that colour well even in death. If you could explain a little for me I’d like it. It isn’t very often I can’t figure a poem out and is driving me crazy I can’t find what this one is exactly about.

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    • Mandibelle, I firstly want to thank you for taking the time to read my little poem, and for the thought you’ve already put in regarding its possible meanings. This poem is actually three different things that have been layered together to make the narrative. The first thing is a story that Tati told me once of something she did. (I can tell you more about that if she consents.) The second thing I can definitely tell you about is that it is very loosely based on the Little Red Riding Hood story. And the third thing is that it’s also referring (at least abstractly) to the Holocaust. I think both of your suppositions fit the narrative very well. You should choose the one that resonates with you the most. Either way, the girl in red was very much alive, and even in death that’s a beautiful reality that can never be erased. Not as long as there is memory anyway.

      But, to get back to your questions… you are very much on the right track, and I hope this answer won’t be too frustrating for you. Like you, I sometimes want to know exactly what the author meant by a piece of writing. But as a writer myself, I also like to leave a lot of space for the reader to step in and make the poem their own. We often bring the personal meanings, associations, and emotions to a piece of writing that we need to, and glean from it what we must. I want to respect the reader’s role in all of this, and that’s why I don’t always completely decode my poems for people who are genuinely curious (such as yourself). Truly, this poem should be what you want it to be, because that’s a beautiful thing right there. 🙂

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    • Thank you. Even your explanation here helps. It’s a very good poem. I like poems that make me think and wonder. I agree with you, often it is better to let the reader decide what they think the meaning (s) of a piece of writing is. Thanks for understanding my curiosity.

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