Hmmm…a poem that really makes you ponder what it’s trying to say. The speaker is dead, I presume, with a face frozen in time and painted forever beautiful.
Indeed! I wanted to write something a little ambiguous so it could potentially be understood in two or three different ways, but at the time or writing, I was thinking about visiting my Grandma in the funeral home after she died, and how life-like she looked; and how it was all a lie. Even the title is a lie, because that final beauty is fleeting as decay sets in. My Grandma was cremated, not buried, but a burial had alternative connotations for the poem. 🙂
Oh wow, it’s fascinating to hear the behind-the-scenes of the poem, and what was going through your mind as you were writing it. It definitely makes me see the poem in a new light. Now I’ll be reminded of your grandmother whenever I read it.
Observations of The Urban Spaceman 
Glorken
The Urban Spaceman
Observations of The Urban Spaceman 
Hmmm…a poem that really makes you ponder what it’s trying to say. The speaker is dead, I presume, with a face frozen in time and painted forever beautiful.
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Indeed! I wanted to write something a little ambiguous so it could potentially be understood in two or three different ways, but at the time or writing, I was thinking about visiting my Grandma in the funeral home after she died, and how life-like she looked; and how it was all a lie. Even the title is a lie, because that final beauty is fleeting as decay sets in. My Grandma was cremated, not buried, but a burial had alternative connotations for the poem. 🙂
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Oh wow, it’s fascinating to hear the behind-the-scenes of the poem, and what was going through your mind as you were writing it. It definitely makes me see the poem in a new light. Now I’ll be reminded of your grandmother whenever I read it.
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