Through the eyes the world is seen; Picturesque mountains painting clouds serene, Watching rivers run so slow; off to valleys where the green grass grows In my distance I observe the plain, over there, and back again Humble hornet's bat weighted wings, but cure my eyesight with their potent stings; I gradually change my view and line of sight and cast my vision on coastal night The wind catch's water, and wave catch's rock , and on the great beach each pebble is dropped Time gives abrasion, and structure gives way; All that is great and titanic will break down to clay So all that's left to wonder is true life , to bind a soul with its embodied wife, or foresee a path so drenched with its ink-less strife, but i'll hear the moment great or small and my dumb,deaf heart will transcend the call
A gorgeous, flowing piece with great rhythm. Sometimes I prefer to bask in the words rather than dwell on their meaning. This isn't English class, after all. That said, I am intrigued by the possessive catch's - they somehow fit, even though I am not quite sure why. I take this as a contemplative, serene piece - a reflection on life and love, waiting for the answers.
The breaking down of the physical world leading to the empowerment of the mind all in a heady mix,
everything is there in the mix, the thinkers thoughts.
Flowing and eye catching, this is perfection ! The point comes across easily, the flow is grand and the imagery is extremely profound . Jaw dropping to say the least (:
The world we walk crumbles little by little, inevitable decay wearing down on the body of our corporeal existence. But beyond, beyond we live not under the heel of entropy. We are not bound by the shackles of dying days, and our souls will dance forevermore. Excellent poem Shane :)
I call it the 'Shimmering', others call it something different. A lot of people here have it. I think that's why there is such a strong connection to the artistry created here on this site. You've described it in your own way...lol.... whether you meant to or not. Well done mate.
I think what the reviewer below was saying was "What is this poem about? "
You did a nice job but seemed fail getting the message across.
I have an idea from reading about you and other poems, However each poem should stand on it's own.
I would take it back into the shop and do some work on that and then you'll have a Mighty Nice Poem.
You have a lot of good stuff in there. Lots...
Sometimes we can do that ya know.. get so deep into writing and thoughts and forget the reader can't read all our thoughts.
That's my Honest review But only MY opinion...Hope it helps build and not tear down.
This is brilliant. We can look beyond ourselves, beyond our situations, beyond the normal perspectives of life in general. "I'll hear the moment great or small and my dumb, deaf heart will transcend the call". Immensely powerful final line.
A gorgeous, flowing piece with great rhythm. Sometimes I prefer to bask in the words rather than dwell on their meaning. This isn't English class, after all. That said, I am intrigued by the possessive catch's - they somehow fit, even though I am not quite sure why. I take this as a contemplative, serene piece - a reflection on life and love, waiting for the answers.