Trapped underneath a wooden house

The point of this poem is for you to find in it what you want to find. You make your own analysis, and you get to your own conclusion.

Trapped underneath a wooden house

with solid pens and crafts and stones

nothing else seems to be appearing, nothing to visualise, nothing to drown out the sound

The sound isn't too bad, just yelling... and screaming, no shouting or pouting

Silence finally draws near and the grey caves are empty and haunted

Ghosts don't exist, they aren't real and so they don't matter, nothing matters

which makes matters worse.

Finally a soul is washed up and broken, it's wet and wild and drives a wagon

it plays, it stays, it does what it does

and that's the thing that defines us all... 

it is what it is, and we are what we are.

Author's Note

The point of this poem is for you to find in it what you want to find. You make your own analysis, and you get to your own conclusion.

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

The "Voice" that speaks, which in this work of ink is not described, only to be assumed and designed within the readers mind, brings the images across in a blunt and non-biased way. The house, made of wood, crafted by man and those things man often chooses to create with, comes across as temporary as is all things man made. The scene of the shouting and the "Voice's" pondering of events is filled with enlightenment as it realizes that patience will out play the chaos above. Like a teenager waiting to become of age, in this piece, it becomes the "Voice's" logic that in time it will be able to leave, as that which oppresses or has oppressed, fades away with time.
The over all piece speaks of self-reliance and a calm centering of the spirit and soul. The piece speaks of an understanding that all things are survivable as long as the inner knowledge remains intact.

A much enjoyed work of ink!
Wolfie

[Anna Auel]

this poem is poignant and philosophical without being overly sentimental or fussy--
the spare quality of the language is a nice touch, as is the wordplay.
We complicate life too much...when sometimes we should just allow things to be what they are. Well done.

[Ian]

I believe you're right in saying that "it is what it is, and we are what we are." In other words the way I see it is that we should just worry about ourselves, and not others.
Very good job. Well written!

[Ace D Portgas]

lol my own analysis is that I would be terrified trapped underneath a wooden house

Like the others have said another good read from you I especially liked how you ended the story too! Keep up the good work

[M.Kilani]

Nicely done, to be honest I can relate to this one, but it makes me feel more trapped underneath house of wood.
keep up the good work.