Like a magnificent crystal chandelier
in the wake of a coarse wind.
Swaying erratically. Shards of glass colliding.
Each piece hitting, pinging,
clinking cacophonously.
She felt like this.
Except she was enclosed. Caged.
Stifled in some cold garment.
Arms wrapped around her torso
in comfortless embrace.
And the ceiling was bare.
And the walls were bare.
But she was that fixture,
except without light.
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Sia – Chandelier (Official Video) – YouTube
Sharing with dVerse for OLN where Bjorn is hosting from Sweden.
THANKS to Bjorn for pointing me to this video after my poem was posted with the photo below. Bjorn’s poem written on October 2015 was inspired by the video. I wasn’t aware of dVerse at that time and never heard the song or saw the video until Bjorn mentioned it. The video does uncannily fit Misfit which is very eerie! Stop by dVerse to post your own poem (the more the merrier) or to imbibe/read other posts. Tis an amazing place!
lillian the home poet 
A wonderful description.. to be that chandelier, devoid of light… this makes me think about the song by Sia with the same name… the video is quite disturbing, and fit so well to your title… I wrote this poem once inspired from that song…
https://brudberg.me/2015/10/22/feet-afloat-and-singed/
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I just posted at your poem. Oh Bjorn – this is eerie….the video is disturbing and you’re correct….it fits with Misfit and the words here. I think I shall add it to my post and mention you — hope that is alright. This is really eerie, eerie, eerie!
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I think you should add the video… it fits perfectly… and it’s eerie indeed.
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Oh! this is such a powerful rendition ❤️ and yes it does fit right in with the music video. Beautifully haunting.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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Thank you Sanaa. It was so eerie to see this video after I’d composed the poem. Like with many of my poems, I have no idea where the idea came from. The chandelier popped into my head and my imagination went very eerie and dark side from there. And then to see this video? Oh my!
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A chandelier with no light, with no sumptuous surroundings – what a terrible shame. Beautiful.
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Thank you!
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powerfully and emotionally poignant. Caged and silent, shattering, yet unseen. Powerful Indeed!
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Thank you for your thoughtful read, Morgan. So nice to meet you here!
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Fragile as glass and without light – a wonderful metaphor for vulnerability, which fits in with Sean’s poem.
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Bjorn has made it a special day at dVerse including Sean in such a positive way.
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Yes indeed. A chandelier without light…And the ceiling was bare. And the walls were bare…shattering powerful image, the cacophony of sound without light. Devastating.
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I cam always count on you Toni to feel the mood in my writing. Thank you my friend!
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Thank you Lillian.
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Damn, I can feel every word of this so deeply. I can barely bring myself to pick a favorite, but I think this hits me the hardest:
“Arms wrapped around her torso
in comfortless embrace.”
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Thank you for your thoughtful read, Shawna. So nice to see you here today. I somehow think the misfits in this world may sometimes be the sanest.
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Ha. I like that thought. 🙂 They’re the most honest, I think … with themselves and with others. That’s probably why they/we so often feel rejected.
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love the metaphor of this! Feeling like a chandelier, but without the light…
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Thank you Bryan. Without the light: the love, the support, the caring — all forms of light. Some people live in darkness during the daylight hours.
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There is a sadness, a hopelessness in this poem.
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Yes. Thank you for the thoughtful read, Linda.
Some people, as I said to another, live their hell on earth – live in darkness even during the daylight hours.
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That was me for many years. So glad to have found the light.
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Wow! This is a beautiful piece! ❤
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Thank you, Josslyn. I am truly grateful for your words.
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You’re very welcome, Lillian! ❤
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Beautiful and haunting, indeed. A wonderful pairing!
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Thank you, Kay.
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We misfits, loose cannons, pariahs & poets salute you. For some reason I found madness in the poem, a woman in a straitjacket who is embracing abstract obtuse thought/symbolism.
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Actually, I also pictured her in a strait jacket when I originally wrote it. The video shifts that a bit.
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Ha. That sounds like me. 😉
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I love how you described her:
But she was that fixture,
except without light.
A great metaphor to use Lillian!
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thank you, Grace. Smiling I am early this morning, over my first cup!
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After reading, felt something so silently dark…the video with its song and eerie visuals added to it. Very powerful!
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Yes. The poem was already written and posted with the photograph. And then Bjorn from dVerse commented on it, mentioning the video and how the poem seemed to address the video. So I went and looked at the video and he was right. So eerie — to find a video that fits with a poem that is quite different from anything else I’ve written. So very glad you “enjoyed” — not sure if enjoyed is the right word, when, as you say, this is from the dark side. Thank you for your thoughtful read.
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I’m also drawn to that last stanza, Lillian. Well done on the entire piece.
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Always wonderful to see a comment from you, Misky. Thank you so very much — glad you enjoyed!
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A chaotic beauty well expressed. Thanks for your comments on my blog, Lillian.
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You’re welcome — and glad you enjoyed my post!
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Powerful and short poem. Its leanness gives it punch. And haunting.
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So glad you enjoyed. I like the idea of a “lean” poem. In an online class I took about a year ago, the instructor said “look for the poem within a poem.” That would be the definition of lean! 🙂
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try tanka or flashers…..those are lean, too…but tanka is deceptive.
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A beautiful image! The crystal chandelier.
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Thank you, Annell.
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But she was that fixture,
except without light.
Sadly that can happen, she being alone and is in darkness!
Hank
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Yes. Sometimes my writing goes to the dark side even though I’m a very happy person!
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I enjoyed this poem very much.
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