Figure Drawing
Navigating Life's Canvas: A Poetic Journey through Loss and Renewal
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Where is the line between fact and fiction?
Questioning the distinction between truth and imagination.
The one we crossed when it was over
Referring to a point of no return after a relationship or situation ends.
Some take the books, and some take the high road
People choose different paths: some rely on knowledge (books), others take the moral high ground.
Me, I just took what I can carry
Personally taking only what's manageable or bearable.
I went out west where I could see the mountains
Traveling to the western region to witness mountains, implying a change or search for something.
I thought I'd stay until the day I left
Intending to stay until departure but leaving unexpectedly.
cnd all those things, that I thought were so precious
Material possessions considered precious were abandoned near a donation bin.
You know I left them in a box by the Goodwill bin
Abandoning belongings perceived as valuable.
cnd the lines on the page may soften with age
Suggesting that written lines may fade with time, but memories persist.
But the picture's someone I've seen
Despite fading memories, the image of someone remains vivid.
cnd they say that the muse is the only thing you lose
Implying the loss of inspiration, but the singer continues to create.
But me, I'm still figure drawing
Continuing the creative process despite the absence of a muse.
Dear friend, I never thought about you dying
Not contemplating the idea of a friend's death until receiving news of it.
Until one night I got a call that you had
Receiving unexpected information about the friend's death.
John spoke softly but the world was exploding
Despite the calm demeanor of someone (John), the world seemed chaotic.
I fell to my knees, and I haven't gotten up since
Experiencing a profound emotional impact and feeling paralyzed.
cnd the lines on the page may soften with age
Similar to line 11, implying the fading of written memories but lasting mental images.
But the picture's someone I've seen
Reiteration of the persistence of vivid memories despite time passing.
cnd they say that the muse is the only thing you lose
Reiterating the loss of inspiration but continuing to create.
But me, I'm still figure drawing
Continuing to engage in creative endeavors despite the absence of muse.
The rains came and filled up the valley
Metaphorically describing a natural event (rain filling a valley).
The damn burst and took our little home
A catastrophe destroying their home due to the bursting of a dam.
The wife and I we went back to the ruins
Returning to the remnants of their home like individuals witnessing the fall of an empire.
Like servants of old in the last days of Rome
Comparing themselves to servants in the declining days of a great civilization.
cnd the lines on the page may soften with age
Similar to earlier lines, referring to the fading of written memories but persistent mental images.
But the picture's someone I've seen
Reiterating the persistence of vivid memories despite time passing.
cnd they say that the muse is the only thing you lose
Reiteration of losing inspiration but continuing to create.
But me, I'm still figure drawing
Continuing to engage in creative endeavors despite the absence of a muse.
We brought you home, like I can't even believe it
Expressing disbelief at a significant change, possibly a child growing up rapidly.
Blinked my eyes, and you were already ten
Realizing the swift passage of time in a child's growth.
Went to bed and now you're leaving for college
Witnessing a child's departure for college, acknowledging the marvel of their own fortune.
What a wonder it is! Just how lucky I've been
Reflecting on the blessing of having experienced such moments.
cnd the lines on the page may soften with age
Similar to previous references, alluding to the fading of written memories but vivid mental images.
But the picture's someone I've seen
Reiteration of the persistence of vivid memories despite time passing.
cnd they say that the muse is the only thing you lose
Reiteration of losing inspiration but continuing to create.
But me, I'm still figure drawing
Continuing to engage in creative endeavors despite the absence of a muse.
cnd the lines on the page may soften with age
Reiteration of the idea that written lines may fade but mental images persist.
But the picture's someone I've seen
Reiterating the persistence of vivid memories despite time passing.
cnd they say that the muse is the only thing you lose
Reiteration of losing inspiration but continuing to create.
But me, I'm still figure drawing
Continuing to engage in creative endeavors despite the absence of a muse.
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