Oops!… We Did It Again (la mort d’étincelle (a life without))

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38 thoughts on “Oops!… We Did It Again (la mort d’étincelle (a life without))

    • Julie, I have to admit that I’m kind of surprised that I managed to write such a line myself! A lot of times my poetry feels quite conventional, so I relish it whenever I’m able to pluck such words from wherever I must be plucking them from! 😛

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  1. The term of death, family and war. I can say all elements tie a connection in life and has a purpose. Memories reflect us with pain of the past, but we move forward to this moment of cherishing that moment with who we love and company with. 🙂 A masterpiece of poetry my friend. 🙂

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  2. Brilliant poem, full of beautiful metaphors. Touching. To me it speaks of war and death, where the latter could be understood not as a literal death but as a transformation in the persona’s life, a signal to move on. There are many kinds of wars, our internal wars as individuals, inner conflicts we have when we are sharing our life with others, like lovers, family members, friends, work colleagues… War could be symbolized here by the red color of the poppies. The woman of the poem seems to put an end to the persona’s inner war: “she took a gun to the war in my head”. “The fifth gospel” could be interpreted as a goodbye. Thus she would be “burying” the persona of the poem, who would be metaphorically burning. It all could mean a love relationship that was not meant to last. “A four eyed dream” is now over. It suggests a project between two people (none of them wearing glasses, otherwise there’d be more than four eyes, sorry for the bad joke). The persona would admit his responsibility with a certain sense of guilt “as i pay charon his due for my years”. Here I associate “charon” with Greek mythology being Charon or Kharon the ferryman of Hades carrying the souls of the deceased. And the persona needs a coin to pay Charon for the passage: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charon_(mythology). In any case, he will miss her (“her hands on my face”) and the “étincelle” = spark of a temporary relationship. Finally, the last two lines seem to suggest that the persona was not expecting an everlasting love relationship until people grow old and die. Instead, it could mean the possiblity to enjoy a relationship as long as it lasts, holding a higher or longer charge of electricity as the words “only more capacitive” seem to indicate. Tony, I only hope you are not too angry with me for my rather bold comments here. This is just how I have interpreted your poem as a complete stranger. I am fully aware that I can be totally wrong. Maybe when you wrote it you meant something completely different. But even so, I think poems have more than one interpretation. In any case, I loved this poem of yours.

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    • I’m completely floored by your comment. Seriously, your take on my poem gets so much right. But, yes, I do take your point that poems can have more than one interpretation for sure. I like to think that this would hold true for my poems too. Thanks so much for reading and taking the time to comment the way that you did. I really really appreciate your support! 😀

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  3. Why did I think, ever, that someone said that your first language was not English? I must have the wrong blog.
    I could read this next week and get even more from it… thank you! Wonderful! 🙂

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    • Oh, you may possibly have me confused with Tati who also writes stuff for this blog. We work together, and she’s the one whose first language isn’t English. So, you heard right. It’s just not me. Hee hee! Thanks for reading. I really appreciate you support. 🙂

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  4. Tony I am not on wordpress anymore it doesn’t bring me happiness. But I am and always will be a fan of your work. I will continue to read your post. Blessings to you

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  5. I’m not sure if you meant it this way, forgive me if not but this reminds me of writing from Flander’s Field maybe
    from the perspective of one lying in death in the poppies or leaving something of themselves behind. In any case, it is beautifully written and stirring.

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