by Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again
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March 29, 2006

Time Out

February 24, 2008 03:28 AM EST
views: 67 | rating: 10/10 (13 votes) | comments: 30
Time Out

 

Where have they

            all gone you

                        idly wonder about

                                    family and friends

as you sit

            all alone in

                        your prison cell

                                    with curtains closed

and doors locked

            shut by you

                        opting safety from

                                    harsh cruel world

still blowing bugle

            to sound retreat

                        when the charge

                                    should be heard

 

 

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Comments: 30

lynn a. Feb 24, 2008, 3:33am EST
Oh. Speaks of tough, painful times, I think, Magi. You are a wonderful poet. You are certainly able to make someone understand feelings. I hope you are now in better days, and I think so. And it is good you can share this so others going through it can know they can see better days. This is very touching to me that you would extend yourself for others this way. Take care. Lovely albeit painful poem. But it says what it needs to say.
Selene N. Feb 24, 2008, 3:51am EST
Nice work! Thanks for sharing.
Thank you very much, Lynn. This poem is not about me, although I have locked myself away in years past. It is about a number of people I know who have imprisoned themselves.

I bow to you.
Thank you, too, Selene.
Kathryn E. Feb 24, 2008, 4:31am EST
Magi, a dark, reflective poem and it is a Feature in the Triple Name Club.
elizabeth e. Feb 24, 2008, 4:42am EST
Imprison
Within
God
Without.
Thank you very much for the honour, Kathryn.
Indeed so, Bob!
Chuck M. Feb 24, 2008, 5:28am EST
Nice job!
Thank you, Chuck.
Faith H. Feb 24, 2008, 8:36am EST
Prisoners of our own device. Succinct, Magi.
John F Walter Feb 24, 2008, 10:20am EST
A piercing lyrical closeup of an isolated life, my dear Magi. It reminds me of the notion that we create our own hells, and the door is never locked on the outside, always on the inside. I like the way you use the colloquial expression ¨harsh cruel world¨in its placement in the poem in a cold ironic way, to show that the ´Goodbye´has already been said by this poor bloke. Self-imprisonment has rarely been captured so succinctly, or so well.
flit . Feb 24, 2008, 11:31am EST
I like this.... been there, done that
Marinela Kotsina Feb 24, 2008, 1:27pm EST
Feelings and sharings! Many times I shut the door simply because I am tired of self absorbed people. I do not feel that I create a prison cell..au contraire..I need to go through a sort of cleansing instead of hearing the drums which become too strong for my own good.
I love your insight as I always did. You are great!
Yes, Faith, it is so. Thank you.
Thank you, Liz .... you are indeed blessed. Stay free, my friend!
Yes, John, we do create out own isolating hells that are locked from the inside. Of course, that means we can unlock the doors and step out once more into the world and engage with life. Thank you for your observations.
Thank you, Flit.
Marinela, retiring from the world awhile in order to reflect and to recharge one's batteries is not self-imprisonment in my view. Such imprisonment occurs when one views the world as harsh and cruel and one withdraws from engaging with people and with life, thus locking oneself into an existence of isolation.

Thank you very much for the compliment, my friend.
Bridget M. Feb 24, 2008, 11:22pm EST
filled with meaning, so many can relate. Thank you for sharing your words.
Bridget, thank you ever so much!
William Dotani Feb 25, 2008, 2:55pm EST
I get the image of a man who consciously wanted to go his own way and maybe rejected, or did not want to be bothered by family affairs. Something happened that made him feel he just didn't fit it. Now that he's much older, he gets invitations to visit, but so much time has passed he feels he fits in even less than he did in his earlier life. He knows he should reestablish ties, but he is afraid of the unknown, which is how he will be accepted. Your style was concise and quite spare, which lent itself wonderfully to this poems theme, almost as if a purposeful analogy.
Bill, thanks very much for the thoughtful commentary. The image could easily be of such a man...or anyone. But I intended the poem to be universal ... applicable to anyone at all.
Alison H. Feb 26, 2008, 2:04am EST
Good one
Thank you very much, Marianne, for the lovely compliment. I am indeed happy for you that the gates have opened for you and that you have made real friends here on Gather.
Thank you, too, Alison.
Barbary Chaapel Feb 26, 2008, 9:19pm EST
Would that we could rescue everyone. Would that we could rescue ourselves.

A sobering poem, Magi, and well done.
Thank you, Barbary. With a change of heart and mind we can rescue others - and in the doing we rescue ourselves, dear friend.

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