Window on a Stark Landscape

by Larry Chamberlin   Jan 20, 2013


You have the world before you
with the rich golden haze of fortune;
imagined buildings glow,
arrayed like gold bullion in your gaze.

Ticker tape machine and oil rig -
iconic portrayals of the means
for total control of your destiny,
as stuff that forms your dreams.

Even your hair is gilded like straw
from Rumpelstiltskin's magic spinner.
Standing here with you I am
enamored of this wondrous vision.

Yet you endeavor on a lonely plane
not seeing the one who would remain
beside you sharing in your aspiration:
I abide in the blind spot of your eye.

Inspiration (for a contest by Everlasting):
http://www.layoutsparks.com/1/23245/Abstract-eye-golden-shining.html

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  • 11 years ago

    by L

    Thank you for parcticipating, here is my comment given in the first round.

    I read this poem about 5 times, and it was until the 5th one that I saw the beauty and creativity this poem holds. I kept wondering what "rumpelstiltskin's" meant but thanks to google I was reminded of that story. I found the incorporation of his name extremely creative because rumpelstiltskin is related to gold. I thought this piece focus on the golden and black colors of the picture. The black in the ticker tape machine and the oil rig. What I like the most about this poem is the first stanza and last stanza; I could imagine what the narrator portrayed with the words.

    The similes use within this piece are "like gold bullion in your gaze," "as stuff that forms your dreams," "like straw from rumpelstiltskin's."

    My interpretation: the author is telling and showing someone "you have the world before you" everything you want and dream of you can achieve. Sort of like saying, I am here as your support, but this someone could not see that and left. However, the author accepts this someone's decision, even though the author's view is so clear. It's hard to believe this someone couldn't see it. Therefore, the narrator accepts the decision based on this someone's blind spot.

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