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The Maze
Her little game of make believe
has turned into a nightmare maze.
Her tears have spilled upon her sleeve
while empty eyes have lost their gaze.
Her maze is very hard to beat;
The mice go round and round and round.
Not one of them admits defeat
though exit doors have not been found.
Deciding something must be done
she wanders to the entrance gate.
Although her instincts say to run,
she knows she can’t afford to wait.
She steps inside and seeks a clue.
Her sniffles make it hard to hear.
Her feet seem stuck as if to glue.
Inside her throat she’s tasting fear.
She finds a lamp to guide her way,
then runs and stumbles through the cells.
Her mind begins to hope and pray
until she hears the sound of bells.
She’s through the maze and at the end
but she has wandered too far out.
The exit’s closed and will not bend.
She won’t return; there’s not a doubt.
Her nightmare maze has claimed her life.
If only she had told things true
Instead she’s told a maze of lies
And so her maze just grew and grew.
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Pamela Ruggiero was born in Urbana, Illinois in 1952. She currently resides in Antioch, California.
She was a software engineer and did consultation work in IT. She also played tournament chess at a high level and did oil paintings. She’s now retired.
Pamela, that is a first-rate poem on the maze of lies. Keeping the type of maze until the end greatly enhanced the entire poem and kept me guessing. You have such creative and imaginative thoughts innate in this superb poem.
Thank you so much, Roy. Your words mean a lot to me and I appreciate you
Your poem, Pamela, gives the reader a feeling of being lost. In accord with its topic, you don’t reveal the full truth about the maze until the end–where there is no possibility of the protagonist’s return and correction. Things go step by step. The maze created by her has defeated the mice who keep running but can’t escape. It’s a bit of a surprise that she herself would want to enter (to release the mice?), and a greater one that she gets out. But how? At the end, when the maze has claimed her life, those bells last heard seem to have been her funeral bells. It’s a good thing you chose a third-person narrator for this eerie and suspenseful story!
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Thank you so much, Margaret for these wonderful comments and ideas. I appreciate you.
The writer has pointed her antennae in the right direction, for which every reader should be grateful.
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After my first read, I read the poem again with the end in mind and noticed how each instance foreshadowed the conclusion. For example, the perpetual cycle of the mice (lies lead to lies), the lump of fear, the state of being stuck, the closed exit door, and her demise (I am not sure if that’s her actual death or spiritual death). It’s a thought-provoking piece. Well done, Pamela.
Thank you so much. Your words meant a lot to me. I appreciate you.
Pamela, I suppose that Sigmund Freud, were he living in today’s day and age, would have a veritable field day interpreting the moral of your excellent “The Maze” poem as a female version of “The Adventures of Pinocchio” fairy tale.
One of the reasons that some truthtellers do not lie is because, as your poem basically mentions, it soon becomes impossible for any liar to keep their story straight, whereby it is easy for others to discern their lack of truthfulness.
But what happens when an A.I. robot that has a much higher brainpower capacity than any human has decided to lie, and can get away with it because it has the brainpower to keep its story straight, even though its story is based on a false narrative?
Would it surprise anybody in their right mind if military grade A.I. technology is decades ahead of the commercial grade versions such as ChatGPT, and that the demented narratives of the Left supremacists are actually being written by a military grade A.I. robot?
Is that why the USA’s Demented Party politicians, along with their equivalents in Canada and many other countries, are always being updated in real time with perfectly scripted answers that are demented but nonetheless consistent with their progressively wacko Left supremacist narratives, whenever they reply to the softball questions of the mainstream media? Is that why they always have nothing to say when asked hardball questions by the independent media?
Thank you Pamela, for having helped to shine a light on the practice of lying.
From Lannie.
Thank you for your comment. I, also am afraid of AI. I think it’s going to ruin the world. A lot of tech companies agree with us and tried to lobby Congress to regulate AI.
This poem reminded me of Blake in the way that his poems were often simple-appearing but far more complex than met the eye. Your poem reminded me of an aphorism I picked up from a movie, “Always leave the cage door open.” (Meaning, among other things, that there’s an instinct to return, as you’ve portrayed in your maze.)
I did think for a moment of the 580/680/80/880 maze in the Bay Area, but you’ve wisely positioned yourself almost at the end of the BART line to stay out of that mess! 🙂
The last line I like because it must be digested a little. At first blush, it sounds like the protagonist is back inside the maze again, which would be how it would feel when finally out and maybe ruminating a bit. But it captures a key facet of mazes not often observed: they usually aren’t static.
Once out, there is a period of a very weird feeling of, “OK, now what?” right?
I like that the maze can stand for a number of situations: relational, psychological, social, career…
Thank you, Daniel for these wonderful comments. I too live in the Bay Area so I know just what you’re talking about when I used to drive anyway But I think that LA might have an even worse maze
I did mean that her maze had grown and grown before she died. And I suppose it could be a spiritual death rather than a physical death.
The last line is just saying that because lies just kept growing, so it was unmanageable. And you could even say that she had to go in the maze because she needed to retrieve all the lies in order to figure out how to remember what they were so she could keep them straight.
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