Post by contention on Aug 12, 2006 21:56:19 GMT -5
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An apology for how the poem had to be set up; since the boards don't have the ability to indent, it had to be done through an image and posted in that type of ability. The meaning of this can go anywhere, and the subject itself seems a bit off kilter. One does say sorry on the fact that this isn't fully intact, it has been awhile since any writing was undertaken. Due to such, there are many open spots, and left out gaps that could cause errors every now and then. The part and section of this poem were laid out in a certain way, that to state on the matter of being yourself and who you are. This subject seems to come up a lot, and it started to become an influence on the mind. So many people are wanting everyone to be themselves and leave the masks behind. However, it is failed to be recognized the many justices of what we are; the many things that we must undertake. To learn to live with those around you, and not push them aside for how the world begins to revolve.
The first lines in the beginning Stanza could be taken literally or in a figurative manner. For, every mirror really does have two sides; one to show who we are, and another with nothing on the back. It is covered in lies; this changes the plot around a bit. Stating that, a mirror can either lie to us, or give us the truth. Depending upon how we look through it, and what we really want to see. Each side is a part of our mind, and a part of our heart; just like the mortal heart is split into sections. Second Stanza goes on in an essence to delude from the "Heart and Mirror Analogy", merely stating that a mirror shows the material worth of our lives. The things that seem to matter the most these days. It's simply stated, and wrapped up; it's odd to make a comparison and then deny it; however, the whole poem is comparing "Changing oneself to be better" on the figment of a mirror.
Third Stanza goes on to explain the Mirror as window to ourselves, but by doing this it has to state one thing. A reason why we can not take part in our Mother of Nature. We have to change everything that we see, we can not alter the world around us. We seem to destroy it though; however in guidance the spirit of what it was would always remain. Therefore, we can only touch, but never fully control it. We need to be the owners of our worth, and therefore, such is just a minor throw in our negative sorts. Stanza Four is but an image of a question, asking ourselves why we look to be diffrent, when the only gain is literally nothing. We are empty, we have no meaning. Every word said to us is not aimed at our true selves, therefore; that is what is pointing out in a certain manner. The Bleeding Well can be taking many ways, for Blood is a sign of destruction or wound. The slash of which we give to ourselves, the gash that seeps; our own demise as we made it.
Stanza Five goes on to ask the Mirror itself, how it seems to know what we want to be more than we do. Then it mentions the cross, an almighty symbol that all recognize, and it is in this we view our loss. Strange concept, but it has to be taken in a religous sort of manner. Though this poem has nothing to do with faulty faith and that like. An image of yourself can only do what it's told to be, therefore it's confined to what you happen to say. We are under constant judgement to be something diffrent, that of which we turn everyday. It's strange, but it's what we happen to stand for.
