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The Discontentment of One


Aforetime another wretched night Many a tempest raged the Heavens And One sat vacantly in that rocking chair Her thoughts a bleary cloud Continuously a flurry of reasoning Subconsciously, One’s mind practices amity But consciously, there is present discord Confrontation between the People The Man and the Woman altercate A fissure torn into the family’s fate And the reflection passes through A being of obscure phantasm Which One regarded similar to a Marian apparition After all, she was immaculate Blameless, untarnished, and flawless; everything One was not Two occupied the parallel rocker An action that One heeded with disdain Her eyes were visionless in Two’s presence Moreover her virgin expression materialized Contrasting with Two’s beam She spoke none This was how the days elapsed In unnerving, bitter and unappreciated silence Sinking into the wood with coarse lips No comments built upon them But one eventide in October When the only illumination carried was the candle Two’s mouth pronounced for the first ‘When,’ said Two, ‘When will you cease to delude yourself? – It is not as if you enjoy my company…’ One’s eyes trailed to Two, still unseeing ‘As long as I am existin’, you will exist.” And she quieted, the pithy exchange over Two was discontented and vexed further But no questions mounted from her And the parallels relaxed with confined eyes The sorrow beneath them threatening to spill over One was not merry, as was the norm However, for the time being, she could be composed And put off her dread for the time of morrow
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My name is Tamara, and I'm a teen from the States. I tend to mostly write fiction rather than poetry, but dabbling every now and then doesn't hurt! My imagination is pretty vast so expect some weird occurrences in my writings. Obligatory Explanation Section - 1) "The Discontentment of One" - (Posted on May 30, 2013 for Slam What You Will Scholarship Competition) - I'm pretty sure a great number of people don't understand what the heck is going on in the poem. Well, I'll use this section to explain that. The poem starts with the setting of night (a horrible night in the protagonist's point of view) that is being raged by storms. One sits alone in a rocking chair as she always does and thinks. Her thoughts are peaceful, but while she is conscious, she is miserable because her family is basically falling apart. Every night, however, when One is asleep, she dreams of sitting in that same chair and of someone much like herself, but very different, sitting in a chair parallel to hers. That is Two, who is everything One wants to be. The two never speak to each other (mostly because One's jealously keeps her from accepting Two), and Two is the first to start a conversation one evening in October. She asks the simple question of when will One accept that she's fine the way she is and stop putting herself down. One answers with that as long as she's alive, Two will be alive. Which means as long as One is alive, she will keep wishing she is someone else. Two didn't speak again after that and both of them relaxed in their respective chairs. One was unhappy as usual, even more so after the exchange, but at the moment, she realized that she could be at peace as long as she is asleep and worry about her problems once again in the morning.

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