Clouds
As I sink
through the
depths of
your bones
I sing, for
they blossom
and ring, with
vines and spires
atop ancient
cathedrals.
The
gargoyles grin
and I laugh
for the glass
shines in dust.
But where are
you now, as
I soar? The
clouds blind
me.
through the
depths of
your bones
I sing, for
they blossom
and ring, with
vines and spires
atop ancient
cathedrals.
The
gargoyles grin
and I laugh
for the glass
shines in dust.
But where are
you now, as
I soar? The
clouds blind
me.
What I like: The poem is both literal and figurative, though I won't tell you what I think it means because I believe it ruins the effect. However, it's one of the few poems I wrote with a meaning in mind, with a specific feeling which I was attempting to achieve. I also find the shape aesthetically pleasing.
What I dislike: I find it a bit cliche at some points, and I have no sympathy for cliche whatsoever. Perhaps I'll rework it a bit to avoid such occurrences.
What do you like and dislike about this poem or poetry in general?
What does it mean to you?
I love writing poetry. It's an awesome way for me to express my emotions without directly saying them. I always feel dumb when I say that. Especially in therapy, I just feel so stupid sitting there talking about myself, my week, etc.
ReplyDeleteI like this poem because someone I know(ish) wrote it. That's really the only type I like to read, except for a few types. I usually like the depressing poems. I don't know why, I just do.
I like that this poem is so metaphorical. (Surprise surprise, "metaphors and musings"...) and I also like that you DON"T tell us your inspiration, though I'm DYING to know at this point. haha.
To me, it means love, or abandonment after love. At the beginning, the narrator seems to be dancing inside. Excited by a new love, learning about each other inside and out. It's like an adventure, always discovering new things, like previously mysterious gargoyles.
Then, they seem to move on without you. (not you, per say, but the narrator)You're growing internally, and learning things about yourself, but they're moving on and moving away though they said they'd be there with you, forever. Now when you're growing, it's not all about them anymore, so where are they now?
Interesting. Like Mr. Groom says, Poetry is like a pretty-sounding puzzle. I agree.
♥Alexandra