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misunderstanding poetry
if a poem says ride me like a balloon
we will fly into dreams that were never dreamed
wired landscapes constructed of algebraic runes
back alleys & white broadways where the dancers
offer a pointed stick to cure every misery
an undiscovered place in your heart that proves
heaven is merely a rehearsal for hell –
maybe I don’t quite get the fascination
or even if I want to go there.
if a poem attempts to stun me with metaphors
and similes, allegories that leave me perplexed
adrift in an incomprehensible labyrinth
I won’t remain trapped;
I will interpret my way out.
if a poem speaks aggressively, addressing issues
that have wrecked my innocence & faith
if it has no forbearance of foul language
if it screams fuck you! for leading me with vacant
promises, for breaking me down with a violent
passion that I perceived as love
fuck you for dropping me into this forgotten place &
not even stopping to lift me out before you walked away
fuck you!
if a poem says that
I don’t need an analysis
I know what it means.
Published 14th Feb 2014
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14th Feb 2014 9:22am
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14th Feb 2014 9:28am
"I will interpret my way out"
Right on, JF! :)
I like reading poems of all stripes. Each one - if it is a "well-formed string" - will often be difficult to read because it creates its own delicate balance, not the balance of the reader.
But once the poem is unlocked (in the myriad of ways as there are readers ) its beauty is set free.
Right on, JF! :)
I like reading poems of all stripes. Each one - if it is a "well-formed string" - will often be difficult to read because it creates its own delicate balance, not the balance of the reader.
But once the poem is unlocked (in the myriad of ways as there are readers ) its beauty is set free.
14th Feb 2014 9:30am
Anonymous
14th Feb 2014 12:00pm
Superb! and we know what this poem means :)
[heaven is merely a rehearsal for hell ]
I always thought so, now since you mentioned it, it might just be true.
[heaven is merely a rehearsal for hell ]
I always thought so, now since you mentioned it, it might just be true.
14th Feb 2014 1:46pm
Hey john its like you have studied the minds of this poets well,great rsepect for your write
14th Feb 2014 1:54pm
14th Feb 2014 3:21pm
interesting descriptions you made..not always misunderstanding poetry left to reader just a mystery.., alas
14th Feb 2014 3:46pm
14th Feb 2014 10:18pm
You always bring a no nonsense unfiltered resolve to the podium.. love it:)
15th Feb 2014 1:05am
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15th Feb 2014 2:57am
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Anonymous
15th Feb 2014 6:41am
This is reading list worthy. So I will add it to mine. I thoroughly enjoyed your use of voice and what fantastic room you leave your reader to analyze and interpret. Well done.
15th Feb 2014 12:04pm
16th Feb 2014 5:23pm
An excellent read J F , filled with truth, I feel much the same about poetic works,
Great Job!
Cheers!
Great Job!
Cheers!
16th Feb 2014 8:35pm
You made your point and right you are. Poetry should trigger our fantasy, ensheathe us, make us think, make us sink into awe. But as much as different human being are, poetry is, too.
17th Feb 2014 4:42am
"if a poem attempts to stun me with
metaphors and similes, allegories that leave me
perplexed
adrift in an incomprehensible
labyrinth
I won’t remain trapped"
^^^ indeed, Mister Feddeler. calling a spade a spade.
metaphors and similes, allegories that leave me
perplexed
adrift in an incomprehensible
labyrinth
I won’t remain trapped"
^^^ indeed, Mister Feddeler. calling a spade a spade.
17th Feb 2014 9:03am
17th Feb 2014 9:37am
Balloons to concrete and below; perception and passion is your unique show with your flare to break down and convey with what we can easily relate to with your gift.
20th Feb 2014 3:16am
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