Captured in a floating world of limited expectation.
Boundaries neatly set and dimensions defined in time.
Even upside down it seems you're locked in resignation.
Trapped within a world of structure and design.
Perhaps you'll take a holiday and vacation on the coast.
Leaving desperate footsteps for the wind to sweep away.
Raise a glass of wine at sunset and make an awkward toast.
Losing for a moment your role in the passion play.
A strangers arms may hold the key to a life that came undone.
Will a midnight voice whisper the things you long to hear?
As you lose yourself to the evening beyond the setting sun.
Swirling madly in your snow globe of foolishness and tears.
Again, you opened the poem with a concrete everyday object and then turned it into a larger metaphor. I often think about snow globes... Trapped within a world of structure and design... I hate that! Not the writing, but the feeling of being trapped. I want to break the glass and escape! Can we leave a mark before we go, or are we all just swept away? Ohhhhhhhh. The last two lines are great and pull the piece together... You leave me wanting, but message is clear.
The snow globe is not confined to the rut of habit. I recall the movie six days seven nights. Harrison Ford is this cynical pilot taxiing honeymooners and others here and there. At one point this exchange occurs. Quinn: They come here looking for the magic, hoping to find romance, when they can't find it anywhere else. Robin: Maybe they will. Quinn: It's an island, babe. If you didn't bring it here, you won't find it here. The snow globe is a state of mind. Recognize the demands of this modern world. Reject them outright. No twice told tales will do. My friends are conservatives and liberals. I am independent, everything must be judged on a case by case basis. This business of painting individuals with a wide brush is ignorance. Liberals believe that John Lennon was a liberal and so do conservatives. They are both wrong, in many ways he was a husband first. Imperfect-true. Like all of us. He was a free thinker in the truest sense and in many ways a traditionalist. No lemming or cookie cutter ideology, how refreshing that is. I have no time for the same old divisions that plague this country. So many are all too ready to demonize somebody else based on prejudices and pre-conceived notions I say know why you know what you know and make and allowance for being wrong. Than you see no snow globe can confine you. You are free of the shackles of ignorance. You are fluid and exceptional. Your sons would do well to embrace Kipling's if.and as Emerson says Finish your day and be done with it........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Edmund, I like the concept of this poem! Though I myself limit my use of polysyllabic Latinate words in my poems, the first line with its use of the word expectation strikes me as perfect and kept me going. My poem with the title, Caged Beasts, has similarities to this one of yours. -Glen