The next stage
January 31st 2007 05:17
Hi guys! When in high school, I was taught by the same aforementioned genius teacher to analyse poetry. I always wondered, was this what they really meant? And, if I love the poem, how then can I dissect it, murder its melody, tear its flesh to shreds to lay its skeleton out for an exam? On this note, I want anyone reading my work to take whatever meaning is the best for them, but if anyone wants the true inspiration or what I really intended, I'll be happy to give it. My other poems have been old, this ones brand spanking new.
And thankyou to all reading, this experience has been more enriching over a few days than I ever believed possible!
The mind fathoms the same way.
In bowl puddle or mighty sea,
or in a drop there is a key,
no matter murky or clear,
all past and future is found here.
In mind and water fathom deep
she knows secrets you wish to keep
and in a wrinkle or a wave
there is the soul you wish to save
this is what the seeress knows
that in the end, nothing goes.
And in matters of everday life
whence we seek to avoid strife
we ourselves fathom thought
a solution always hard sought,
but none of these everyday musings
fit with age-old customs fusings,
so, more fathoming then goes on
until, in the end, you become a con
to yourself and gods alike
foresight of the final strike
as for me, Id rather fathom here
thoughts and seas I hold dear
loving the weft, wave and strength
of the smallest waters breadth,
in puddle drop bowl or sea
there are always fathoms....For one like me.
And thankyou to all reading, this experience has been more enriching over a few days than I ever believed possible!
Look deep...
FATHOMS
Waters fathom deep they say,The mind fathoms the same way.
In bowl puddle or mighty sea,
or in a drop there is a key,
no matter murky or clear,
all past and future is found here.
In mind and water fathom deep
she knows secrets you wish to keep
and in a wrinkle or a wave
there is the soul you wish to save
this is what the seeress knows
that in the end, nothing goes.
And in matters of everday life
whence we seek to avoid strife
we ourselves fathom thought
a solution always hard sought,
but none of these everyday musings
fit with age-old customs fusings,
so, more fathoming then goes on
until, in the end, you become a con
to yourself and gods alike
foresight of the final strike
as for me, Id rather fathom here
thoughts and seas I hold dear
loving the weft, wave and strength
of the smallest waters breadth,
in puddle drop bowl or sea
there are always fathoms....For one like me.
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Comment by Ash
Flashes of memories
The mind fathoms the same way.
beautifully said!!
Unfortunately it is the curse of the poet to be misunderstood, to cause confusion and create chaos...and beauty and meaning and depth....dissect your poetry girl, contemplation will bring new meaning every time your read it
Happy writing, look forward to more
ash