inquisitive musings.

inquisitive musings.

A Poem by Natalie

She thinks about him often.


Not out of romantic love, as some would presume, but out of curiosity.


She knows it is never a good idea to see someone as a puzzle, and doubly worse to try and piece their past together to see which organ it has formed today in his character.


But her mind is hopelessly drawn towards him, the not knowing gnaws at the pink folds of her brain. Maybe it is her tendency to try and figure people out, to pin down what she knows about them so she can fit them in pre-set boxes in her mind. This way, she will know who she can trust, who she can rely on, who she can be herself around without feeling judged.


But he skirts around the edges of her many boxes, jumping into this one and that, overturning them and leaving behind a mess. She's forever chasing after this lucrative figure, cleaning up the disarray he leaves in his wake. 


To what avail will she have to keep running? She is tired of being pulled in, hook, line and sinker by the fascinating mystery she just cannot seem to solve.


I suppose she will just have to keep pursuing him quietly in the realms of her mind, building and deconstructing, until she tires herself and goes to sleep.

 

© 2014 Natalie


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Nice thought process. It happens with all of us but on different levels. We are always curious to find out about certain someones and we start thinking about them. The more we think the more we want to know and more we are attracted towards them, which eventually leads to falling in love.
The words you've used are perfect to express what you want to say.
Thank you for sharing...:)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Natalie

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much for reading and commenting :)



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Nice thought process. It happens with all of us but on different levels. We are always curious to find out about certain someones and we start thinking about them. The more we think the more we want to know and more we are attracted towards them, which eventually leads to falling in love.
The words you've used are perfect to express what you want to say.
Thank you for sharing...:)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Natalie

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much for reading and commenting :)
You are a amazing writer. Your description create places, good thoughts and your brought the reader in. I like the internal thoughts leading to sleep and some rest. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Natalie

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your compliment and generous review! :)
Coyote Poetry

9 Years Ago

You are welcome. I enjoyed the tale.

Very interesting perspective. I think I've been curious about other people in a similar way.

- interesting line, and I wonder what else it might mean - "...the not knowing gnaws at the pink folds of her mind"

- another great bit of symbolism is of him jumping into one box and another

- I guess the poem is about trying to figure someone out, but realizing that one's limited understanding will not allow them to truly know

- the entire format of the poem is quite unique and it is easy enough to understand so that it will be accessible to most people (I find a lot of people that write poems often use some very obscure metaphors, very high level vocab, and other words, that just makes things complicated for the average person and too much of a chore to read)


Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Natalie

9 Years Ago

Hi! Thanks for reading another one of my poems! I'm really glad you enjoyed it.
that was really great :) :) it is set up really cool :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Natalie

9 Years Ago

Thank you Justin!
Justin

9 Years Ago

your welcome natalie, if u have would you please check out the material i have on here thanks :)
i really like your thoughts maam. They are honest n personally i can relate to them well. i liked the way it you ended. the last two lines were really meaningful. thanks for the RR. do write more often maam

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Natalie

9 Years Ago

Thank you! I'm really happy you enjoyed it.
I didnt think organ was the best choice here Natalie, what about entity maybe...?
It also read like poetry to me - but I don't really know 'story' that well so if you say its a story then its a story hell if you call it a trumpet then I just read a trumpet. Anway....
I liked this as it described obsession brought on by fear of people - wanting to pigeon-hole or box people is driven by fear. If we know exactly what type of person someone is then we can 'corral' them - control them - or at the very least we can try to predict their actions and ascertain if they are a danger to us. Again , fear. Nothing to do with love as you rightly stated - or curiousity I feel.
Deep awareness and insight were called upon to write this piece - well done!
I

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Natalie

9 Years Ago

Hi Anto! Thank you for taking time to give me some constructive comments. Yes I am aware that this p.. read more
ANTO

9 Years Ago

yvw :) ...............

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