One Eye Opened
by
Linda Doster
(Age: 50)
copyright 04-16-2006
Age Rating: 13 to 127
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She lay sleeping with hidden sorrow.
I lay at rest one eye opened.
My mind races for answer not yet ask.
Would she end all so soon.
This love is not deep.
Selfish coward loser,
so young to leave and rest
leave me with one eye opened.
Life is not fair to some so young.
To take a life at one's own hand
is to leave a soul uneasy. And sleeps
with one eye opened.
Rest now beside the one who's
love was not deep.
Easy escape.
No tears. No sorrow. No pain.
Sun's up now and yet another
mourn is in the dawn.
As I arise, time stands still
to whip a tear from the eye of sleep.
For I now sleep, with one eye opened.
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Thank you for this fascinating, thought-provoking, image-inducing poem.
In the last stanza, 'yet another mourn is in the dawn' is brilliant.
For me you have captured that complex of emotions and responses to a momumental loss including the struggle to understand what has happened and what it means.
I would like to make so bold as to mention some of my other responses to this poem.
Working from the fact that both 'sleeping' and 'at rest' can be euphemisms for 'dead' I have been considering alternate readings including one in which the living and the dead speak in alternate stanzas. And other versions in which reading either phrase as meaning 'dead' may be a metaphor. I have no idea whether you intended any of this; however, if you will leave a poem lying about where it can be read ....
I have read the poem more than half-a-dozen times so far but have not yet discovered a reading where the last line of the first stanza comes clear although I have some inklings so I'll be back to read again.
Yes, James is quite right...this is so full of suppressed anger, love, resentment and I imagine guilt...there is always guilt...fueled by an overwhelming sense of helplessness and dread of what the morning will bring....Definitely worthy of a second and third read.