you're not you

What were you trying to say here?

That's a bold and blunt question. I like it. I'm trying to tackle the thought behind writing as renaming i.e. every time you say rose is a rose is a rose, you don't refer to it as a mere rose. Writing flourishes in repetitions so every time you write something, however the same, it's not. It's as if you're renaming the thing every single time. Take another example, yourself (not you particularly). You're constantly defining yourself every single moment. You, now, aren't the same as you were a few days ago. In other words, you've been renamed. Not literally but in a more abstract way. Hence when you're writing, the word you choose becomes yours, you rename it, just because you choose it to mean a particular thing at a particular context. This way, reading may be thought of as renaming but that's another story..  
Now your homework is think of the above in regards to the poem.  
 
The comment is tediously long and my apologies and applause to you if you've managed to read it

words define us and so entrap entomb us - rather be a bird than word :)

It's because we give them too much value. They don't define us, they're just words. It's us who wish to belong to something. Since nothing else's ours, let it be language.
but yes, who wouldn't like to be a bird!

you've given me a lot to think about Opheliac and that's a beautiful thing thank you.. much love Crim

It's always a pleasure to hear that, Crimsin. We can talk about it one day, if you want.
Thank you :)

lovely mrvid

thank you :)

Yea I was getting the sense of when you label something you put limits as to what it could be. Same goes for people.. and yea I've had to rename a couple poems myself. Nitro usually never name email till I finish the poem. Or sometimes a name might inspire a poem.. anyway nice write

Not exactly. Renaming is about opening new possibilities for meaning, expanding horizons etc.

Profilic work my dearest...The last word without a full stop is awesome and may have different interpretations. Further, your explanation is also brilliant & atleast if you feel it is long, I can bear it:-)

appreciated :)

some thing most wonder
how a stranger
can surface
with such
strangity

a new poem as promised.
thank you :)

thank you so much  
Yes I remembered it  

Ophie

clever stuff here missus, highly philosophical  a truth told with a nice elegance.

I agree wholeheartedly with your thoughts here and would add that you translated them into words beautifully.

I s'pose one might feel robbed of a last word at the end, but I think it works in that the person is to you larger than everything so no word would really suffice.

[I think it was Samuel Beckett who said something about the futility of explaining poetry. It speaks for itself, if someone can't hear it then the problem is not with the poem but the reader.]

great stuff missus,  shine on

i'm blushing and it doesn't suit my persona! Thank you for your wonderful comments. I am thrilled you found it philosophical.

Ophie..blowing piece for me..as I wonder how pithy n starkly philosophical you could turn the little words..like hitting many a weaponry to stress the larger truth.this is regards your style which I always adore..n it comes with another rarity..open to many interpretations yet fitting in each one of them perfectly!
As regards the content, I won't tear them into bits n pieces limiting the beauty of ur visions n imagery, i would only say the same amazement had taken over self many times..how we try to redefine ourselves..the mutating selves..nothing escapes change, even change undergoes bigger change cycles.the reference..wind and unworthy of name hits me very profoundly at this point of time..yes, it is very explorative of what we are, as chaotic existences..
Brilliant piece would say, Ophie dear!
Keep your pen moving more..uma.xx

Uma, your comments make me feel so confident about my writing which may not worth much in the end,
Thank you my dear one.

It's hard to read the last line, because it ends so abruptly. In the same way, I enjoy the pondering sensation that the reader is left with.

You still are the queen of the short, sharp masterpieces.

Thank you for the read.

Missy, thank you!

this is stunning poetry. growing, changing, redefining. perhaps the most sacred thing is 'sine nomine.'

(without a name)...

i'm blushing here!
Thank you John!

I am looking to
103
can you hear me

103?

poetry number 102  
urs is now stagnant....
I like to read your works  

sorry  
views are much more
important for some

what's the point of writing for others? I prefer to have a few reads and comments rather than have 5000 reads with no constructive criticism or whatever.
We make our choices depending on what we want :)

FOR ME IT's  (composing off the cuff poetry...)
just a hobby  

i read your poetry from time to time but i don't comment because i don't have anything (constructive) to say.
so you're planing on leaving us soon.. ?

no...not really  
I must be some kind of a poet too ...

Don't get me wrong, you're a good poet. Your writing is creative and well written but I don't like erotica that's why I don't comment much.
Thank you for reading my poetry. I appreciate it very much.

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Interesting work.

anything beyond the horizon

Thanks for writing, and providing the explanation to the first comment.  I had trouble understanding because it seemed to be missing the ending.

I want to comment on words, hope the comment makes sense.

Words, as used by science vs art.
In science, there's hypothesis, tests, validation, then writing.  The writing describes the truth in a way that others can understand it and validate it.
In art (poetry), there's feeling, history, culture, put into words.  The writing gives vague description, and becomes truth when it means something to the reader.  The reader is part of the poem.  The next reader can get something different.
These are not my thoughts, I got them from a book on spacetime, tribute to Kip.
Keep up the good work!!

The ending doesn't have anything to do with understanding the poem! It's the first two lines that say it all.
No, no science nor history can accommodate those lines. Try some semiotics . That should work! Don't quote science in poetry as it's not always relevant! Say whist you think and  let the others speak for themselves.. Don't be afraid of the voices within you..