Gram, I often feel like I'm diving into murky waters with your poems, not sure if I'll hit rock. This one has my brain in knots. If I meditated a while longer, I might find myself staring at that spiderweb, morning's reflective dew dripping onto autumn's ground, yellow for sure, and probably a bit sour. I don't like spiders,lemons or fall -- so that's what you get. Maybe other reviews will enlighten me. :)
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haha, thanks man, the murky waters of my poems are quite shallow and when the tide is out all that r.. read morehaha, thanks man, the murky waters of my poems are quite shallow and when the tide is out all that remains are small dying crustation fools
oh the discarded spiderwebs that lay about my grounds:) eventually they will cling to my boots and a eureka moment comes lately my eurekas are rather bitter tasting LOL you can learn a lot from a leaf if you give it a chance:)
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thanks, B, as the great Oz once said, oh sweetleaf I think I love ya, take care over there,
This has the feel of haiku. The brevity and the nod to nature and the kind of mystery like the poet is trying to articulate a lesson nature showed him. The title offers something to it as well. I mean, the title introduces a new idea into the landscape of the poem. Even though it’s the first thing read, I usually don’t try to connect with it until after I’ve read the entire poem.
So, I liked what this title added when I went back. As Jacob said, the double meaning. Which is the meaning created by the sound rather than the letters themselves.
So I was thinking about a rein of poetry in the mind, or a rein of ideas—could seem negative, but here allowing it to do its thing almost feels like a release. The thought becoming something tangible. In a way. Like the way you end on lemon tree as though all the other ideas before it were an attempt to articulate the thing stuck in the web of thought.
And then, ta-da, there it is. Some thing of beauty that offers a sense of place and life and always makes me think of the word sunshine. I never say that word, though, only think it. Which made this feel very fresh when I reached that line. It’s like actualization.
I don’t know. Rambling. But, that’s where this one took me. Kind of chaos meeting peace and blooming.
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Thanks, Eilis, aye chaos meets peace in the swirling vortex of rein, haha, and to think it could hav.. read moreThanks, Eilis, aye chaos meets peace in the swirling vortex of rein, haha, and to think it could have been ours, lol,
Gram, I often feel like I'm diving into murky waters with your poems, not sure if I'll hit rock. This one has my brain in knots. If I meditated a while longer, I might find myself staring at that spiderweb, morning's reflective dew dripping onto autumn's ground, yellow for sure, and probably a bit sour. I don't like spiders,lemons or fall -- so that's what you get. Maybe other reviews will enlighten me. :)
Posted 5 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
5 Years Ago
haha, thanks man, the murky waters of my poems are quite shallow and when the tide is out all that r.. read morehaha, thanks man, the murky waters of my poems are quite shallow and when the tide is out all that remains are small dying crustation fools
i like the double meaning of "rein"---
really like the spiderweb idea...
and the dislocating ground...
"Lemon Tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat"
there is being caught in a web...and do we feel it is a good "being caught"--
maybe.
i like the brevity here...and where it allows us to go in our introspection.
j.
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thanks as ever j. for a great review, you always grasp the inner meaning which I sometimes miss myse.. read morethanks as ever j. for a great review, you always grasp the inner meaning which I sometimes miss myself
Caged In An Animal's Mind
Caged in an animal's mind;
No wish to be more or else
Than I am; a smile and a grief
Of breath that thinks with its blood,
Yet straining despite; unsure
In my stir .. more..