"We question the realities of time after time" is such a very apt phrase for what we do not question enough! An interesting and thought-provoking piece--I am trying to do a lot more questioning as I age. Thanks. k .
I really like this one. You painted a clear picture for me, one that I think is very relatable. Excellent, Gail. Someday I will rejoin poetry circles. Unfortunately, too much keeps me from writing and meme sharing right now.
That is a powerful closing, so often we go out into the world desperate to belong return home feeling ashamed and dirty and not at all loved or worthy (no matter how much positive reinforcement was received). So many of us feel like impostors and live with this constant fear of being found out because we never let anyone see or love the real person inside.
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Close this window Jump to comment formI LOVE THE LAST LINE... Nevermore Nevermore.. i can also relate to rooms of regret
August 16, 2015 at 12:14 PM
The two opening lines set this up for a thought-provoking read.
August 16, 2015 at 12:19 PM
"We question the realities of time after time" is such a very apt phrase for what we do not question enough! An interesting and thought-provoking piece--I am trying to do a lot more questioning as I age. Thanks. k .
August 16, 2015 at 12:37 PM
Very cool read!
August 16, 2015 at 12:39 PM
Such an intense & thought provoking read :)
August 16, 2015 at 12:59 PM
Wonderful read, well done!
August 16, 2015 at 1:13 PM
I specially like that second stanza with the rooms of regret ~ Thought provoking post Gail ~
August 16, 2015 at 1:13 PM
This is a thoughty read--so well done!
August 16, 2015 at 1:32 PM
I really like this one. You painted a clear picture for me, one that I think is very relatable. Excellent, Gail.
Someday I will rejoin poetry circles. Unfortunately, too much keeps me from writing and meme sharing right now.
August 16, 2015 at 1:41 PM
Gail, every single line in this poem is stellar. Every. Single. Line. Stunning. The whole thing. Absolute brilliance :-)
August 16, 2015 at 1:48 PM
Just like Alice we are gullible to the lure of what time can do.. great read
August 16, 2015 at 1:57 PM
interesting images brought together..
August 16, 2015 at 2:29 PM
What a wonderful combination of the stories we all know so well into something all your own, yet universal. Two thumbs up!
August 16, 2015 at 2:30 PM
I love the last two lines - what an image
August 16, 2015 at 2:50 PM
Love the phrase "rooms of regret". Loved this poem, Gail.
August 16, 2015 at 2:54 PM
'Party's over masks are dropped'
'We question the reality'
'the hands drop from time'
My three favourite pieces - don't know why? Should I analyse why?
No ... I just enjoyed it.
Well Done
All the best Jan
August 16, 2015 at 5:00 PM
Interesting that the masks are dropped after midnight. If only there was no need to wear masks at all!
August 16, 2015 at 5:50 PM
A riveting read. In fact, I read it two, then three times. many thoughts and connections in there.
August 16, 2015 at 6:16 PM
Rooms of regret..if walls could talk I wonder what stories they would tell..the second stanza really touches a chord.
August 16, 2015 at 6:54 PM
Great job, Gail! :-)
August 16, 2015 at 7:10 PM
Ah! my poem was about masks as well and a hunt for reality!! So interesting!
August 16, 2015 at 8:16 PM
Each time I read it I hear a bit more . . .
Very good Gail . . .
Deep . . .
August 16, 2015 at 9:37 PM
exactly that's what we do...how true!!!...brilliant & thought provoking...
August 16, 2015 at 10:57 PM
Oh, those first two lines...how we love our masks more than our truth. Great poem!!
August 17, 2015 at 12:07 AM
You are a poet. Lovely.
August 17, 2015 at 1:52 AM
One of the best things things I've read in a while
August 17, 2015 at 2:05 AM
That is a powerful closing, so often we go out into the world desperate to belong return home feeling ashamed and dirty and not at all loved or worthy (no matter how much positive reinforcement was received). So many of us feel like impostors and live with this constant fear of being found out because we never let anyone see or love the real person inside.
mindlovemisery
August 17, 2015 at 2:57 AM
I have said 'Nevermore' a number of times, but it doesn't work for me!
August 17, 2015 at 6:19 AM
great sense of Poe in your lines and the images fitting.
August 17, 2015 at 8:37 AM
"locking ourselves into rooms of regret" and Poe's raven screaming nevermore were my favorite parts of this poem, but I liked the whole.
=)
August 17, 2015 at 9:33 AM
this is EXCELLENT......really!!! so relative!!!!
August 17, 2015 at 11:28 AM
locking ourselves in rooms of regret....makes one wonder how many of us do that, when in reality, we hold the keys to set ourselves free.
August 17, 2015 at 12:22 PM
I am always delighted ..and thoughtful..when you come up with lines for a challenge! Always!!
August 17, 2015 at 3:54 PM
Oh I like this fun read, and the photos rock!
August 17, 2015 at 6:18 PM
A poignant, evocative and layered piece beautifully rendered with just a touch of mystery. One of faves of yours!
August 17, 2015 at 7:28 PM
A wonderful piece... truly enjoyed.
ZQ
August 18, 2015 at 1:29 PM
Well constructed, its hard to go wrong with an Alice reference.
August 19, 2015 at 8:02 AM