a poet's note on sad man's love

 

Hello everyone, this is an poet's note on the poem from the last post in my blog.

Trail of thoughts-45

The poems name is “a sad man’s love”. It is, like the title suggests, about a sad man’s love. I wrote this poem with inspiration from a friend’s 2am confession. I’ve adapted to it; any coincidence is purely coincidental.

I think its in the top 3 favourite poems of all time, all-time favourite is “You’re my autumn”. Nothing can ever beat that.

Anyways, this post is a deeper dive into the poem and an analysis on the metaphors I’ve used throughout the tragic poem. Welcome to poet’s note on sad man’s love.

 

My favourite line in the whole poem is actually not from the poem itself. It’s the after note that I wrote.

This was a tiny detail that I didn’t expect many to notice, therefore I’m putting it out here. The main character will always feel small before his love interest, and the love itself.

this is a sign of putting the person on a pedestal, higher than the ground of reality. We see a refined version farther than reality, like being on cloud nine- unsteady grounds, feelings growing faster than comprehensive. We can see the pronouns being small letter ‘i’ from the beginning of the poem, till the very end. Usually, we expect a happy ending in any story, we hope for a better conclusion where the main character finds themselves rather than being lost in the idea of others, a glorified version of the others. But this is not an average story, the main character has the wrong ending, the sad one. They will never know the depths of their glorification; the iceberg is mighty and big but the under the ocean its rooted to the ground stronger than any mountain. There are two sides to this story and we are in the bad one by the end of the poem.

 

Another great line that I absolutely love in this poem, which is from the poem is this;

This will be my all-time favourite line ever. No way I wrote that, no f-ing way.

But I did.

This line is very direct, raw and filled with the feeling of being lost. This is where it’s safe to assume the main character is talking directly to the audience asking them this question. “You have read my story. Now that you know a out the love i have for Her, do you think its worth all this pain? Do you think my love is worth living?”

And I don’t think the main character wants to hear a no for these questions. They are so deep in the mud pool that their vision becomes blurred and life becomes meaningless without the mud. The mud was here all along, what’s for a few more minutes?

I love this stanza a lot. Its one of those stanzas that I write immediately when the emotions are still raw and thus the result of the processing of the fresh batch, right out of the oven.

This stanza dives deep into the mental condition of the main character who makes their love towards that person their whole identity. And when the love proves worthless, their life does too.

 

 

Moving on,

 

THIS.

I’ve actually had a vision of ‘staying warm from the smoke of pollution’ for quite sometime now. I got the idea from back in winter where it was extremely cold for me and I felt warmth and cozy right when a bus went by me that emitted a lot of smoke. Safe to say I didn’t inhale any of that. That gave birth to the idea of even though some things can make us feel better it may not be in the right way.

And this poem gave me the opportunity to use that vision and I love the outcome so much. I had warmth in my mind but what was the cold aspect? Losing someone. Loving a cold-hearted person is also possible.

But I love this more. The main character still has so much love and so much to say to that person, but all of that falls on deaf ears. This is when they resign the idea of expressing and fall back into depression, the dark cold scary tunnel, the very tunnel that felt warmer with the idea of her. Now they’re back into it. And its dark and cold. So, they burn the unsent letters, unspoken confessions, untold words to feel, to feel even a little bit warm. A huge bonfire can never compare to her smile. They can never truly feel warm inside anymore, it’s solely to keep their physical self warm.

Adding to it, I didn’t say the fire from burning the unsent letters in the poem, I intentionally said smoke to show how desperate they were to move on with the wound still fresh and didn’t care about warming in a better way.

Dark, eh?

Thanks.

 

 

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The main character pronouns are smaller than hers, as usual. It becomes quite clear how high they see the other person. And it shows how they’re bowing down for the person’s smiles and happiness.

In the later lines, they go into an existential crisis because the love has become bigger than they ever were and ever could be or will be. It has become evident that loving them was the only way the mc felt alive and post that, it feels worthless.

 

 

Next;

 

 

This is the part of poem where things go upside down. The main character starts rambling about love. Is love a good thing? Was the love right? Remember, they’re the same person who so surely stated that love is pure. They go 180 on the idea of love and say its wrong. They become toxic because of the unrequited love. Yet still, if you notice they’re not blaming the other person. They can’t even bring themselves to love that person less. So, they decide they don’t like love itself. The love that was supposed to be pure has become a mistake.

But, they don’t directly state that love is bad; their thoughts are dancing around that idea- in an indirect way, first stanza- third line- was it a mistake?

Here ‘it’ could imply the other person. But the intention is almost immediately reiterated back to ‘love.’ But even that makes no sense, to them love is pure. This makes no sense.

Even till the end, he doesn’t blame her

And in the whole poem, this is the only place the main character ever says "we" in a way to consider them together and that was to ask if they’re right. Till the end, they’re doomed.

 

If you’ve noticed, I also didn’t consider them together till the end. I’ve always talked about them separately.

 

 

Afterall, they’re never meant to be.

 

Or?

 

 

 

 

~The End~

 

Thankyou so much for reading till the end!!! Writing this was an amazing experience!! I have always wanted to explain a poem of mine and this was a great opportunity.

I was actually analysing the poem to my friend, you all know her zzvoon, and she loved the poem even more after reading the analysis.

I hope you all love it as well.

 

Thankyou again, for being here. It means a lot <3333

Love you,

Yourorangecloud.

 

 

 

TDD: Ten day diary

The last few days have been rough, definitely my worst nightmares came true. I am not ready to talk about it here, not yet.

I don’t feel very well about it.

I hope life feels breezier by the weekend. And feels better from now on. I really hope it does.

 

Bye bye.

Thankyou for being here.