Will He Find Me Fascinating?
by Elizabeth Van Cleve (June 28, 2003)
He lives on the inside
You live on the out
He has his walls
You're without
He tells you what to do
You ask questions, three
He answers two
but does he answer you?
Why are the walls there?
They've always been there
Why have they not been mine?
I didn't know you wanted them
I don't know I do
but why am I alone?
I'm here
Yes, but I want a playmate of my own.
Author's Notes/Comments:
Written June 28, 2003
Most people have walls. As a person trusts someone, he or she slowly takes these walls down. When sharing oneself gets to be too much, he or she puts the walls up again. I was taught by my mother to live my life without walls. As an adult with children of my own, I work toward learning how to set boundaries for myself. The walls I've made are like vertical blinds. The cord is in my hand; I just have to figure out how to pull it.
I love your writing style. Makes me feel like I'm there as your thinking it.
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"You think Einstein walked around thinking everyone was a bunch of dumb-shits?"
I really liked this poem. Actually, I don't believe I've read a poem of yours I didn't like. You seem to be a very accomplished writer. If you don't mind I would appreciate it if you would take a look at my works and give me some advice.
i look at all poems with complete simplicity. i read your commentary at the end of the poem, and i read it again and got a whole different picture. the first time i read it, i got a child in a play pen, trying to get out. this line really supported my thoughts "Yes, but I want a playmate of my own." but then i re-read the poem and i realized how it applies to the walls and the boundries one sets. all and all i really liked it.