I didn't read about Ophelia before I write, which is my custom. I like to just let the picture speak to me, and coincidentally, my Babysitter has to be mad!! Have a great Sunday, Gail!!
Your poem dwells in tragic places. I love the insight and the sensitivity you have woven through your stanzas. The softly, singing end is so typical of madness. Poignantly sorrowful Gail, thank you.
Beautiful take, Gail! Plainly it is a direct reference to the tragedy of Hamlet. But you did better. You cleverly disguised it and refrained from mentioning other names except the given Ophelia. Brilliant!
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Close this window Jump to comment formi might have to go outside and take my reflection in the rain barrel. to fit with the poem here. a poem of life
July 1, 2012 at 7:42 AM
Nice reflection. I also love the quote you have at the top of your page by Cyril Connolly - truer words were never written!
July 1, 2012 at 8:18 AM
Hee hee...The entire bunch was crazy / To the bone. Reminds me of my family.
Excellent write...I enjoyed it.
brenda w
July 1, 2012 at 8:22 AM
I know about the pain of dysfunction up close and personal...you describe it well...
July 1, 2012 at 8:23 AM
ha everyone does have their own brand of madness...love the cadence...esp in that opening stanza...i work right in this...
July 1, 2012 at 8:34 AM
Captured the essence of her character beautifully, which may be true for many...
July 1, 2012 at 8:36 AM
Nice mag Gail- you describe her well!
July 1, 2012 at 8:48 AM
Good one, Gail.
July 1, 2012 at 9:08 AM
I didn't read about Ophelia before I write, which is my custom. I like to just let the picture speak to me, and coincidentally, my Babysitter has to be mad!! Have a great Sunday, Gail!!
July 1, 2012 at 10:14 AM
Your final stanza is golden!
July 1, 2012 at 10:47 AM
I really like that last stanza! Well done!
July 1, 2012 at 11:29 AM
Your poem dwells in tragic places. I love the insight and the sensitivity you have woven through your stanzas. The softly, singing end is so typical of madness. Poignantly sorrowful Gail, thank you.
July 1, 2012 at 12:20 PM
The entire bunch was crazy...
H'mm. I always thought Horatio made a lot of sense. :-)
July 1, 2012 at 2:00 PM
I think we all have a bit of her inside of us! That is what makes us poets.
July 1, 2012 at 3:16 PM
When I read "dysfunction," I knew you'd make her a gonner...:)JP
July 1, 2012 at 5:25 PM
Well done, Gail. ♥
July 1, 2012 at 5:51 PM
Beautiful take, Gail! Plainly it is a direct reference to the tragedy of Hamlet. But you did better. You cleverly disguised it and refrained from mentioning other names except the given Ophelia. Brilliant!
Hank
July 1, 2012 at 8:33 PM
Well done indeed.
Anna :o]
July 2, 2012 at 11:03 AM
I really like what you did with this, Gail. And I like that you addressed the picture's theme.
=)
July 2, 2012 at 3:02 PM
Crazy to the bone ~~ love it!!!
July 2, 2012 at 5:20 PM
No wonder she succumbed. You’ve painted a picture of a tragic bunch all right.
July 3, 2012 at 1:47 PM
Ah the hidden life of families, such a taboo subject in our sun- drenched western culture, thanks Gail . , nice touch
July 5, 2012 at 4:28 AM
you are so right...though I suspect that all families are disfunctional in their own way. Great words...thankyou!
July 6, 2012 at 6:25 AM