Your words started out feeling political to me (I just posted a political rant). But then I read Ted's review mentioning gladiators, which puts your poem into a larger perspective over eons. In the end, I'm left thinking about how sometimes we watch the strife in some (any) arena of life, as spectators, not really having a clue as to the lives involved, but only believing the narrative that's being acted out in the arena (again, back to political!) Fondly, Margie
Gladiatorial contests unrestricted ... bordered only by stony walls marking the boundaries of love or hate ... as one can change to the other quickly. Hearts grow hollow and the chalice once promising milk and honey is now filled with bitter herbs. The division between the light of love and the darkness that comes before dawn and hearts grow weaker.
and the poor spectators...they had such anticipation and hoped to come away with faith in love...instead,
they see that love has become a war of hate...
and the program never indicated that would be the tearful finale.
j.
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
Thank you for your words J, yes a lot of truth in what you say.
Strindberg said.
" When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..