it's a lot like the mind too..I've found in life and even in doing mind altering plant substances..you can only be shown so much at a time..whether it's subconscious visions or profound ideas..there's layers to the mind..there's reasons people go insane when they take in or give out too much at once..consciousness is a natural flow. Take it from me, I'm borderline manic-depressive.
But anyway, this imagery has the proper pace and poise and grace and flow to make your thoughts and the readers' come alive and converge at just the right spot..
Lovely little poem. An annecdote of beauty, and I don't see why this thought needs to grow. It's pretty powerful on it's own. This was written vividly and I enjoyed the ambuigity you allowed the poem to land on.
Nature often takes us to that comtemplative place inside ourselves, where we start to question the way things are, and care to start living in the now.
Even if you bring the heat, there are times that the lake has layers and layers of ice, like a glacier. It takes constant warmth in order to peel away all those layers. That which flows closest to the bank, has warmth and shelter along the bank.
it's a lot like the mind too..I've found in life and even in doing mind altering plant substances..you can only be shown so much at a time..whether it's subconscious visions or profound ideas..there's layers to the mind..there's reasons people go insane when they take in or give out too much at once..consciousness is a natural flow. Take it from me, I'm borderline manic-depressive.
But anyway, this imagery has the proper pace and poise and grace and flow to make your thoughts and the readers' come alive and converge at just the right spot..
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..