Showing posts with label leaving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label leaving. Show all posts

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Thinking About "Leaving The Game"

Hey Everybody-

Thanks for taking time to visit my blog and read my work. I've been overwhelmed and appreciative of the support that I've gotten so far and will work even harder to keep your interest. In this blog I want to take time to speak to the comments and my own thoughts in regard to my poem "Leaving The Game".


In my previous blog, my intention was to let you read, interpret, and give me feedback (whether about my writing style, the meaning, or anything). Whenever I write, I usually can find my own meaning and tell those I share it with what I intended, but it's so cool to get a different persepctive from my audience. I want to share with you my intended meaning and a reader's interpretation.


Author's Meaning:
I initially wrote this poem about a man who was done "playing" the game. I used the term "game" to represent the relationship that he was in. I think oftentimes, maybe due to past experiences or examples taught while growing up, many people fall into the line of thinking that the Amy Winehouse song is true: Love is a losing game. If you pay close attention, I use a lot of imagery showcasing the mentally inevitable need for closure while his significant other explains to him how he is the best, but not good enough. In other words, to make it even more relative to readers, I was trying to capture the immediate feeling after being told "You're so great, but I've found (or think that there is) someone better".


The man is faced with a recurring conflict. He can either:
1. continue to be denied love in a relationship - ONCE AGAIN
2. call it quits, wait until the relationship he seeks comes to him, and walk out while he still has a heart to have feelings with.


Adding more insult to injury, it can be assumed that in his past relationships he has traveled similar paths. His companions may have bestowed upon him great compliments, but for whatever reason, they could never add up enough to be a reason for him to be the one to stay in a relationship with.


I wrote this for the "good guy". The man who may be the owner of all of the great qualities that many women say that they seek out. Now, I know that there are other things to consider. Maybe he picks the same "wrong" woman every time or perhaps he isn't as "great" as he thinks himself to be. These ideas are always possible. However, as it applies to this particular instance, the subject for this poem is the antithesis of those possibilities. And please feel free to consider the gender role reversal in this, as this can apply the other way around, too.


A Reader's Interpretation:
A reader made a very interesting observation that I never took into account. The reader spoke universally to how this poem could serve as an allusion to being at a career crossroads or a struggling family relationship. In both ways, I saw those interpretations in this poem.


The career crossroad most people face include the possibility of leaving a position due to under-appreciation or lack of opportunity. Some people feel they may hit glass ceilings and have grown frustrated with bumping their head time after time. Ultimately, this leads to jumping to a new company in search of gratification or being totally disillusioned with career progress altogether.


The struggling family relationship takes the frustrations of trying to keep family bonds tight, while the other may not be as interested as the other. An example of this could be a broken parent and child relationship. Perhaps the parent did not fulfill their responsibilites to their child during their upbringing. In spite of the sour past, the child may reach out to that parent to embark on a fresh start, only to be given an unmatched desire for that relationship to be born.


I think that both my meaning and the reader's interpretation are good starting points for discussion. Let me know:

*Which one do you more connect with? Why?

*What other way could these interpreations be looked at?

*If you have a story to share that connects with your interpretation, feel free to share and let me (and anyone else you choose) know.


Hopefully, I've provoked some thought and will enjoy more visits from you on this blog. Feel free to leave the comment on here or email me at wagordon11@gmail.com. Thanks for stopping by. Be blessed!

-W.A. Gordon

Friday, January 9, 2009

My First Poem - FINALLY!!!

Hey everybody. This is my first poem that I am posting to the blog. I titled this one "Leaving The Game". I'm writing about...well, why don't I let you read it and you tell me what you think it's about. Please leave some opinions and thoughts for me. Hope that you like it. Enjoy!



Leaving The Game

Sitting at a table face to face
My expression is blank
Inside of me has become the emptiest place
Metaphorical tears cascading down my face
With Niagara Falls coming in at a close second
Can’t go another second
Being told that I’m the best
But not good enough
Not as preferred as the rest
How ironic!
Making me question if I did enough
Feeling like I failed
Sent out my feelings only to get returned mail
Returned to sender immediately
My pain is evident
Easy to see it in me
When she says that she don’t see herself being with me
Speaking to the intangibles
Obviously, not visible in me
Words barricaded in my mandible
Blocking any verbal response
Been filtered from the pros to the cons
Feeling like I’m being forced out of the game like my last name was Bonds

Extradited to a state of emergency
As I scribe these words, I wince
Each letter is piercing and hurting me
With hardship I push out these words in me
Expressing my pain verbally
She sits verbalizing my denials
I try to give back a numbed smile
Failing miserably
I ask her again if it’s me
I receive negative feedback
Saying that I was the best man
But if I’m being pushed away, I just don’t see that
So many contradictions
Want so bad for this to be a sample of poor fiction
Rather, this genre bleeds of non-fiction
I sit speechless without diction
At a loss in so many ways
A two-time loser being forced into technical loss
The purse at stake-
I sacrificed myself, feeling that it was worth the cost
The risk, I felt, was worth the reward
But, then again, I never considered if I would be the one who lost
So now I return to my own corner
Can’t help but to contemplate leaving the game
Down by a lot on the last inning, round, and quarter
Realizing that a comeback doesn’t appear likely
Especially if I’m perceived as the greatest of the great
And with all of that considered she still doesn’t like me