what happens when memories bleed empty;
no you, no me; we breathe separately under
cold waters turned dead; this love bled
out into winter’s white landscape; wrapped
thinly in loneliness; escape, following a
moon path upon mother’s bridal cape;
ice crystals warming frozen soles
tripping over spilt dreams lost long ago;
a field opens herself wide, offering a
blanket of chipped diamonds built from
too many years living hollow;
too many fears overflowed;
false laughs filling a dollhouse home;
early spring, you’ll spy a set of bones,
uncovered in a brown expanse turning;
waiting for rusted metal disks to plow,
to bury death, nature’s detritus; me,
a forgotten valentine turned blue.
Blue Valentine is not for the faint romantic. If you cannot handle gritty real life, you shall not dig this flick. I didn’t quite know what to expect when I popped in this DVD tonight, but, in the end I was pleasantly surprised. There was no “Hollywood” ending; no tidy bow, no ah-ha, but a silent hmmmmm as I stared at the credits rolling by wondering “why?”.
Why do we fall in love.
Why do our paths intersect with some and not others.
Why do we seem to then gravitate back to the beginning when we have not found an ending.
I place no question mark at the end, for it seems to overstate the question. I oft think that we know the answer, but pretend that we do not. We are human, after all. We’ve been given the ability to choose our path; our fate via ‘free will’. But will we actually listen to our inner voice that knows which fork in the road to take?
Blue Valentine’s characters know what is toxic. They know what is love, plastic or real. Sadly, they get caught up in the rat race; fall to their own limitations without lashing to the other to say, “please, help me up”.
If we love just to love then what of love other than the word. If we love those that help us discover ourselves at a level deeper than we began then we shall begin to understand what the divine had planned all along. If not, we run the risk of finding ourselves lost, gone wintering, perhaps never to find warmth from the cold.
>>>sidebar: the poem and summation are not reflections of the actual events in the film. this is in no way a spoiler. truth, I need to watch again, but I still don’t think I could tell you how it ‘really’ ends ~