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I cannot believe
she is not,
at all,
an angel.
Analysis of “About Woman”

Theme:

The poem reflects on the idealization of women, blending admiration and disbelief. It presents the speaker’s refusal to accept that a woman could be anything less than angelic, elevating her to a near-divine status. The theme explores the tension between reality and idealization, encapsulating the human tendency to see perfection in what is loved.

Tone and Structure:

The tone is respectful, reflective, and quietly emphatic. Its brevity and minimal structure emphasize the depth of the speaker’s sentiment, distilling complex emotions into a few impactful words. The lack of embellishment mirrors the purity of the admiration expressed.

Imagery and Meaning:

“I cannot believe “: This line conveys the speaker’s internal struggle, suggesting denial and hope as if rejecting any notion that contradicts their ideal.
“She is not, at all, an angel”: The central metaphor equates the woman with an angel, symbolizing perfection, purity, and otherworldly grace. The negation adds dramatic tension, intensifying the speaker’s conviction.
The absence of detailed imagery allows the reader to project their interpretation of the angelic qualities being attributed.

Message:

The poem suggests that admiration, especially for a woman, can elevate her to an almost mythical status. It highlights the emotional tendency to idealize, focusing on the speaker’s unshakable belief in the woman’s goodness and transcendence.

Conclusion:

“About Woman” is a minimalist yet profound meditation on love and idealization. Its simplicity invites readers to reflect on how they perceive and elevate those they admire, while its open-ended nature leaves space for personal interpretation. The poem’s brevity amplifies its emotional resonance, making it intimate and universal.
I stand amidst chaos, lost in the haze,
Reaching for you, but your gaze never strays.
The one I once sought, my refuge, my guide,
Is no longer waiting where hope used to reside.

You, my constant in a world so unkind,
Now absent, like others who’ve left me behind.
Perhaps you've surrendered, as they all have too,
Given up on the soul you once held true.

So now, I'll play the role they’ve designed,
Proving them right with the scars in my mind.

No, I haven't abandoned the fight within me,
I’ve merely become what they forced me to be:
Friendless, loveless, and cold as the stone,
A shadow that lingers, lifeless, alone.

-fir.m
This is an old poem from 2018 that i decided to revamp.
the cage that I am in
is made of fear

you turn your head away
I am still here

and in the night
I bet you hear me scream

I bet you feel my terror
when you dream

I am your shadow
I am here to stay

I am you
I will never go away

LET ME OUT

let me fly
let me be free

I will not rest
until I find the key
Rain falls swiftly from the sky,
Feeling like little knives stabbing into my skin.
I try to duck and find cover,
All I can do is wait in pain until it's over.

Leanne
11/23/24
I ask the angels
Why it is that I am awake
But yet solely live in slumbers.
Sky
I want to walk
With this sky
It talks to me
Enveloping my heart
Giving me hope
By the time I'm free
It will be gone
And altogether
Different
With it's darkness
Not speaking
In the quiet
Stars
you’re smarter than me.
stronger than me.
and a bit more scared than me.

ignorance is bliss.
weakness is strength.
fear is excitement.
tell me the truth.
i want to know what’s impossible.
Pick me up,
And open my cover,
But be careful,
Cause I might crumble,
Read my fine print,
Just don’t mock the way I am,
I’ve been through alot since then,
Drugs,
Fights,
Heart breaks,
And more,
Are all the things you’ll find,
In my novel.
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