I think it's interesting how poetry can be interpreted different ways. It can be due to the readers experience or mood at the time, perhaps. Or certain words standout and tomorrow others may and take on a new meaning.
This poem has at least 3 meanings according to myself.
1. A woman has been hiding herself from friends, avoiding social events and maybe they "stop looking"
Eventually she will find her way out of the dark
2. A woman has been hiding from herself and isn't true to herself. She burries parts of herself. The light is north star. Her north star, her true self and she traveled far to find it but it was always there.
3. More morbid. There was a young missing mother in our town that was killed by someone she thought "loved her"
The search was on and it turned out she was burried almost in plain sight.
She is at peace and the light carried her home
4. The light is in all if us and we try to burry us and it us there to find us.
That is true. Another poet on substack told me he enjoys seeing how other people see his poetry. He told me, sometimes, what other people see is a compete 180 degrees of what his interpretation of his poetry is.
Beautiful Jane ✨✨✨
Thanks so much, Simone!
I agree, beautiful! ⭐
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If she doesn't come back, should you pursue or understand she wants to leave.
I think it's interesting how poetry can be interpreted different ways. It can be due to the readers experience or mood at the time, perhaps. Or certain words standout and tomorrow others may and take on a new meaning.
This poem has at least 3 meanings according to myself.
1. A woman has been hiding herself from friends, avoiding social events and maybe they "stop looking"
Eventually she will find her way out of the dark
2. A woman has been hiding from herself and isn't true to herself. She burries parts of herself. The light is north star. Her north star, her true self and she traveled far to find it but it was always there.
3. More morbid. There was a young missing mother in our town that was killed by someone she thought "loved her"
The search was on and it turned out she was burried almost in plain sight.
She is at peace and the light carried her home
4. The light is in all if us and we try to burry us and it us there to find us.
That is true. Another poet on substack told me he enjoys seeing how other people see his poetry. He told me, sometimes, what other people see is a compete 180 degrees of what his interpretation of his poetry is.
That's one of the many things I love about poetry