Explain to me
Why you control the curtains
When you choose to close them
By your absence
Or indifference
You dull the edge of living
You take away the smile of the sun
I cannot feel its soothing touch
I cannot see the winsome visage of the moon
Smiling at her winking friends
The stars
And me
I cannot see the rainbow
The sparkling gems on dew laden grass
The song of the rain
The sigh of the snow
And birdsongs are hushed
The breeze and the trees
Are vague
It’s dim behind the curtains
You have drawn
It’s diffuse and dark and dreary
And only really fit for weeping
Very powerful poem. Sometimes you can't control it and give all of yourself (your soul) away to someone and then they dump you like you are trash, like you are nothing, are worth nothing. And then when a new person comes into your life you fear of completely opening yourself up to the new person yet it happens again and you end up getting hurt again and wonder what's the point of even trying...when the end result is always the same.
I love to look at the stars out my bedroom window when I'm lying in bed at night! I slept outside one evening in a sleeping bad right on the grass on a lovely summer night. I wasn't along but he had his own bag!!!
Love ya!
Jane
Jane
Reviewed by Darkest Angel (Reader)
Reviewed on May 1, 2010
Awe, man!--you put the nails in tightly on this writing--wow! Of the kings of expression, you are! This writing is full with meaning and with fervent depictions--it is wet in expression.
Wow, what an emotive depiction of how rejection can cause such dulling of all things beautiful and how when we are hurt, nothing seems alive. Love this one, Regis, well done.
fond regards
Beautiful work my friend........subliminal as well with a distinct underlying message........The photo is perfect.......the raw truth and flow of your words.........perfect........One to read several times to absorb the full gist......Well done Reg.
Peace,
Bill :-)
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
Reviewed on August 24, 2009
Fantastic stuff Regis. Love the honesty and vulnerability expressed here...mark of great writitng. Why else do we write than to bear our souls? Such an empty feeling when someone absconds with your heart. Like an open wound it feels like. Try to focus on what's right and working.
Powerful--no, moving--revelation of pain and disenchantment. I agree with those whos say this is one of your best (among many excellent)
poems, Regis. Curtain Call, absolutely perfect metaphor. -gene.
I feel many messages come across Reg. through this lovely stated poem!
Love your heart, words and feelings throughout!
The BEST is yet to come, I would like to say!
WRITE ON!
Warmest of Blessings, Purple Lady Passion, SHEExooo
P.S. My Summer Vacat. started and I will be reading and enjoying and learning!as you inspire with your golden pen my friend!
WRITE ON!
Inspire ON!
Apart from your excellent writing -- laden with emotion - there's one message that jumps out at me: how much we tend to let others rule our world and why not just rip that curtain aside...step to another window...why not go on enjoying the beautiful bounty of nature and our being, even if alone.
Yes, I know..the power of love. But is it really love? or just passion?
hugs
Gina
Reviewed by neerja gandhi (Reader)
Reviewed on June 23, 2009
aaaaahhh...beautiful,just so very beautiful...i loved it and yes am wondering..why do 'I' draw the curtains...when i really love to see that nature all the time. Ah,rules of mannerisms i suppoze... am reading your poems after a very long time..dont know why,and how i skipped,but had been thinking why Regis hadn't written any....me thinks i get lost at times..... Enjoyed it .... Good wishes
Regis, thank you for sharing this poem with me.
It kind of fits my situation right now because I have
ignored my poetry work for over a year. I am slowly getting
back to my poetry. Lots of health problems too which have
gotten in the way. You have Inspired me so much tonight.
Thank you and Bless you, Regis.
Love,
Becca
That is a tough call. But giving a soul halfway isn't the answer either. Powerful work Regis. Patrick
Reviewed by S H (Reader)
Reviewed on June 19, 2009
Cool poem Regis and thank you for being the only person who comments on my work through the years here LOL! It means a lot to me:) There might be a few others now and then, but mostly you even when I comment on other people. Thank you!!!!
A brilliant sharing of the agony of filtered love.
When we love with unbridled devotion, there is no life without unmeasured return.
And here, Reg, you put it all into such few words right from the outset with your deep and rightful demand, "Explain to me why you control the curtains..."
You warn us in your introduction, "Be careful of how much of your soul you give away"; yet in love we must know that it is worthless and insincere if we give less than our best and expect the same in return.
As always, Reg, your work is profound and exemplifies great wisdom and experience.
Hi Reg, but I think the one that has drawn the curtains is the one that's weeping, and the only one it would be fit for... don't weep, she'll open the curtains soon after a "rebirth" of sorts... thank you for sharing this... hope you are well, my friend...
Great work Reg...there is more to the poetic display of your poem, you expose to us the very core of emotion and character, filled with the sensitivity of the heart and soul...you have a very expressive and yet strong sense of the reader...
WOW! Reg~ I know why you've gathered these reviews...your HOT and ROCKin'! This is one performance I would want to miss, but not the message it entails! It IS all our call, egh?
Wonderful pen!
My goodness! Passion drives the pen powerfully here, Regis. This thunders the panes/pains with a clarion angst. A velvet gauntlet thrown down with the hope a cherished hand might once again retrieve and inhabit it. Her call indeed! xx
This reads as if control in this relationship is not equal.
Like your just waiting for the final "Curtain"
And it's hurtin'.
Painful ending. . . .living that way.
DWB
It is so painful to be cut off from the one we love, when they place a barrier in between , it is even more painful and uneasy to accept. Powerfully emotive, Reg ... palpable pain. Hugs, Elizabeth
your words are emotions canvas speaking from the voice of love
an echo, a memory....yesterday....still present & then again tomarrow...sighhhhh.....
I Love Feeling Your Heart In Your Passionate Poem of Love Speaking
Much Love Always
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie
Reviewed by Goddess Love (Reader)
Reviewed on June 13, 2009
Those damn curtains, they need to fall aside.
I hear you Regis.
Oh Regis, what a reflective poem! I was drawn by the title, because my husband used to ask why I closed the curtains. You did it so well. I loved this: "The sigh of the snow" Such a visionary way to describe weather! I felt the sorrow of the curtains. Thanks for sharing.
Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
Reviewed on June 13, 2009
It takes a brave heart to leave themself exposed to the world. Many, to many, chose to live in the dark, Good write Lady J
This played out to me like a producton..the closing of the final curtain...not ready for the ending....such beauty wrapped with sadness Regis.
Love
Christine
Dear Regis,
Well versed-pardon the pun. A great poem on the human condition. Many are so afraid to have others see their inner emotions that they prefer to "shut the cutains--a great loss for them and those who love them. Wonderfull poem!!
Well done my friend...a poem of various meanings for the readers, each can relate these word to different aspects of their lives. You've penned it well with heart and soul. Truly peaks the readers thoughts, curiosity, and inner-self. Enjoyed!
Blessings from Ky.
Joyce B.
Regis,
This is lament for loss of love and the sense of frustration and pain of denial come through in these beautiful images; one of your finest, most heartfelt poems.
John
How sad when people close themselves off from the love and comfort of significant others in their lives. Sometimes they hide too long and the curtains close forever against the light of love, leaving them to linger where its "only really fit for weeping." Poignant but true.
I like your analogy of "closing the curtains" and the effect of absence or indifference of one person on another's life. Symbolically, we close the curtains against the rest of the world, (perhaps at night) and when that occurs in a relationship there is loss and pain. A great write, Regis.
Reviewed by Natasha Head (Reader)
Reviewed on June 12, 2009
Regis! I truly enjoyed this piece. Images are fantastic, and your words flow like music. I hope you get to see your rainbow again. Thanks so much for reading and writing! Blessings...N
It is sad when we want more than another person is willing or able to give. Some people feel that they need to protect their heart from love, yet without love, the heart will surely die. It can be a double edged sword...or perhaps she is just waiting for the scene to end so she can bring the curtain down for the final time. Aching write, Reg.
Take care,
Sherry
Lovely write Regis...my glasses were quite rosy for a lot of years, and I accepted his ways simply because I let him control the curtain. When I grew up and faced my life, and learned to love myself, the glasses came off and the curtain came down....and my boot left a permanent imprint on the seat of his pants...and my world is a wonderful place now!
The passion dulled by the red velvet curtains...perhaps it is through poetry where most of us do get closure, Regis...curtains are just like clothing, one size does not fit all...she could leave at least a gap in the curtains, a little peek at sunlight...it's a start...it's a good day for window washing...be well, Reg...
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Love ya!
Jane
Jane
fond regards
margaret
Peace,
Bill :-)
Gratefully,
Dixie Dawn Michelle
poems, Regis. Curtain Call, absolutely perfect metaphor. -gene.
Best wishes
HH
As long as the curtains to your own heart and soul stay open, that's the main thing. Be well, Liz
Nicole
Love your heart, words and feelings throughout!
The BEST is yet to come, I would like to say!
WRITE ON!
Warmest of Blessings, Purple Lady Passion, SHEExooo
P.S. My Summer Vacat. started and I will be reading and enjoying and learning!as you inspire with your golden pen my friend!
WRITE ON!
Inspire ON!
Yes, I know..the power of love. But is it really love? or just passion?
hugs
Gina
It kind of fits my situation right now because I have
ignored my poetry work for over a year. I am slowly getting
back to my poetry. Lots of health problems too which have
gotten in the way. You have Inspired me so much tonight.
Thank you and Bless you, Regis.
Love,
Becca
When we love with unbridled devotion, there is no life without unmeasured return.
And here, Reg, you put it all into such few words right from the outset with your deep and rightful demand, "Explain to me why you control the curtains..."
You warn us in your introduction, "Be careful of how much of your soul you give away"; yet in love we must know that it is worthless and insincere if we give less than our best and expect the same in return.
As always, Reg, your work is profound and exemplifies great wisdom and experience.
With respect and admiration,
Richard
In Spirit,
Bear
nice work...
Art Sun...
Wonderful pen!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Sheila
Melissa
Like your just waiting for the final "Curtain"
And it's hurtin'.
Painful ending. . . .living that way.
DWB
an echo, a memory....yesterday....still present & then again tomarrow...sighhhhh.....
I Love Feeling Your Heart In Your Passionate Poem of Love Speaking
Much Love Always
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie
I hear you Regis.
Legacy
Cheers,
Dan
Love
Christine
TRASK...
Well versed-pardon the pun. A great poem on the human condition. Many are so afraid to have others see their inner emotions that they prefer to "shut the cutains--a great loss for them and those who love them. Wonderfull poem!!
Micki Peluso
Blessings from Ky.
Joyce B.
This is lament for loss of love and the sense of frustration and pain of denial come through in these beautiful images; one of your finest, most heartfelt poems.
John
Well Penned
Peace be with you
William
With Love,
Cindy
Love, Lin
Cryssa
Always the best to you,
Jim
Reg, you have outdone yourself, this is so very special! Thank you for sharing!
Love and hugs,
Eileen
Great write.
God bless,
Lew
(((HUGS))) et amour, ton ami dans Texas, Karen Lynn.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Myrna
Take care,
Sherry
And then...there is that curtains final call.
Intriguing.
Georg
Anna
Love,
Sage