I've never much believed in magic,
Yet my white rabbit came back.
He's here; I hold him close,
Look deep into his eyes.
And what I see...
A prisoner, a citizen,
An old man, a father—my father.
A quiet understanding,
Where all my questions cease.
Dear Rolph🙂
Thank you for your beautiful and insightful response. Your understanding of the poem's quiet depth truly resonated with me.
I appreciate you highlighting the journey from disbelief to profound connection. That's precisely the emotional arc I aimed to create, and it's heartening to know it came through. Your observation about the rabbit as a symbol of something deeper, reflecting my father and humanity, is particularly moving.
The quiet understanding you mentioned is the core of the poem, that moment where love, memory, and acceptance converge. I'm so glad you felt that sense of peace and resolution.
Your words have given me a deeper appreciation for my own work, and I'm grateful for your thoughtful feedback.
Kind regards,
Naomi
The truths here seem very personal, yet very universal.
Love your poetry.
Marla
Wed 12th Mar 2025 16:58
Hello Naomi,
What stands out so beautifully in your poem is the quiet depth of the piece — how something as simple and gentle as holding a white rabbit becomes a profound moment of connection and realisation. The way you move from disbelief in magic to the return of this rabbit feels like an unexpected gift, a symbol of something much deeper. And then, the layers unfold — seeing not just an animal, but a reflection of your father, of humanity, of life itself. That moment of "quiet understanding, where all my questions cease" is so powerful — as if love, memory, and acceptance come together in a single gaze. It's tender, mysterious, and full of emotion without ever needing to say too much. Fantastic words!
Regards,
Rolph
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Naomi
Thu 13th Mar 2025 09:46
Thank you for your kind words Marla.