Ophelia and I
Ophelia and I
little girls running
beside the stream
wildflowers waiting to bloom
we whispered about boys
and that intangible someday
too young to steady our pace
arms open wide
too shortsighted to see
the marathon length before us
we sprinted until
we tumbled down winded
the verdant shores
remember those little girls
wild and free
before she succumbed
to her watery grave
and I fell victim
to the ennui of life
but when I dream
I feel her hand in mine
feel the wind whipping my hair
the sweet joy
of friendship and youth
found with Ophelia
by the summer stream
Written in response to ABC Wednesday, Theme Thursday, Sunday Scribbling, One Single Impression, and The Mag
little girls running
beside the stream
wildflowers waiting to bloom
we whispered about boys
and that intangible someday
too young to steady our pace
arms open wide
too shortsighted to see
the marathon length before us
we sprinted until
we tumbled down winded
the verdant shores
remember those little girls
wild and free
before she succumbed
to her watery grave
and I fell victim
to the ennui of life
but when I dream
I feel her hand in mine
feel the wind whipping my hair
the sweet joy
of friendship and youth
found with Ophelia
by the summer stream
Written in response to ABC Wednesday, Theme Thursday, Sunday Scribbling, One Single Impression, and The Mag
Sleek and neat! Following your blog now.
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Deletemoving. There's a singer in The Band, Levon Helm, and one of the last performances from last month was Ophelia. ROG, ABC Wednesday team
ReplyDeleteAs a character, she is so fascinating. Shakespeare left so much to our imagination, that what wasn't written about her has taken on a life of its own.
DeleteInteresting poem. Makes u think
ReplyDeleteNice poeme !
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ReplyDeleteA fascinating write....lovely writing Tracy! :-)
ReplyDeleteLove your poem. It somewhat echoes the one about October by Dylan Thomas that I posted. Also, Ophelia's death is similar to Edith Holden's the artist from my last weeks ABC.
ReplyDeleteSo very appropriate and visionary, Indeed she drowned in an ocean of watery feeling, like the rune Laguz.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem!!! The joy of Friendship is not comparable to anything and the loss of a frnd, unrecoverable...
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Ophelia has been referenced in many ways (including the book, Reviving Ophelia, about the challenges faced by girls in our society), but never as sweetly, as innocently, as this. You truly moved me with your poem. Thanks, and peace, Amy
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Such a wonderful poem about innocence lost and how we should treasure the time before. It is truly like losing a friend and once we are grown we realize how much we want our children to hold on to it, knowing that they want to lose it as quickly as they can. If only we had known how our lives would change then maybe we too would have held on for as long as possible.
ReplyDeleteHappy Wild Theme Thursday! Thanks for such a wonderful poem.
God bless.
This is so beautifully written, such a sad tale of a life lost too soon.
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