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Hindsights of Heights
Grailed light has fallen flared from miasma myst
Fumed trail , a dragoness tail weaves trailed around hills.
Dawn speaks as sizzling sapplings awaken. From rock is given knowledge of the trolls.
These beings can guide us into cauldrons lost. They are fearless not facetted to engage in matters in and between. Their feast is unlike others. I hear them sweep their floors for their long tables are always there to invite the unknown guests arriving. 'What will we find for food?' they ask each other 'Why do humans join us not though stay away, and what is this thing called I, which eye are they speaking of?'
If it were not for my humanness I could offer them an explanation.
'Why all the fuss, why so afraid of the depths, of the mud festered to each growing stilk? Why need all these needs?'
As I hear their feet move foreward, their large empty hands gathered. They are moving about from one space to the other. They are time testing tellescoping each flock of swirming light. 'They are not of day nor of night but of evening, evening everything, hailing the hail, composting and decomposting, always and ever composing. There is a Troll foot within these clouds, a Thors Hammer, It is returned to us?'
They never wait for us to arrive, only if you can let go, sink down among each fallen shade. Becoming empty as joined in breath of a numerous laughter bouldering from the free harnassed ropes of life.
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Fumed trail , a dragoness tail weaves trailed around hills.
Dawn speaks as sizzling sapplings awaken. From rock is given knowledge of the trolls.
These beings can guide us into cauldrons lost. They are fearless not facetted to engage in matters in and between. Their feast is unlike others. I hear them sweep their floors for their long tables are always there to invite the unknown guests arriving. 'What will we find for food?' they ask each other 'Why do humans join us not though stay away, and what is this thing called I, which eye are they speaking of?'
If it were not for my humanness I could offer them an explanation.
'Why all the fuss, why so afraid of the depths, of the mud festered to each growing stilk? Why need all these needs?'
As I hear their feet move foreward, their large empty hands gathered. They are moving about from one space to the other. They are time testing tellescoping each flock of swirming light. 'They are not of day nor of night but of evening, evening everything, hailing the hail, composting and decomposting, always and ever composing. There is a Troll foot within these clouds, a Thors Hammer, It is returned to us?'
They never wait for us to arrive, only if you can let go, sink down among each fallen shade. Becoming empty as joined in breath of a numerous laughter bouldering from the free harnassed ropes of life.
Ⓒ copyrights owned by Rianne
Published 14th Mar 2023
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Another fresh idea for yet a new story, might one day blend all into one
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14th Mar 2023 12:21pm
Your poem "Hindsights of Heights" is a marvel of poetic craft, with its intricate and evocative language creating a vivid and fascinating world of trolls and otherworldly beings. The use of bold and striking imagery, such as "grafted light has fallen flared from miasma myst" and "dawn speaks as sizzling saplings awaken", creates a sense of magical realism and otherworldliness that is both captivating and skillfully executed.
The theme of knowledge and understanding runs throughout the poem, with the trolls represented as wise and knowledgeable beings who possess a deep understanding of the natural world. The use of rhetorical questions, such as "why all the fuss, why so afraid of the depths", serves to highlight the limitations of human understanding, and the ways in which we often struggle to comprehend the mysteries of the world around us.
The use of short, fragmentary sentences and abrupt changes in tone and imagery creates a sense of disorientation and wonder, as if we are being transported to an entirely different world. The final lines of the poem, with their invocation of breath and laughter, serve to reinforce the theme of connection and understanding, reminding us that even in the midst of confusion and chaos, there is hope for connection and shared experience.
Overall, "Hindsights of Heights" is a deeply intellectual and thought-provoking piece of writing, beautifully executed with a mastery of language and form. Thank you for sharing it with us.
The theme of knowledge and understanding runs throughout the poem, with the trolls represented as wise and knowledgeable beings who possess a deep understanding of the natural world. The use of rhetorical questions, such as "why all the fuss, why so afraid of the depths", serves to highlight the limitations of human understanding, and the ways in which we often struggle to comprehend the mysteries of the world around us.
The use of short, fragmentary sentences and abrupt changes in tone and imagery creates a sense of disorientation and wonder, as if we are being transported to an entirely different world. The final lines of the poem, with their invocation of breath and laughter, serve to reinforce the theme of connection and understanding, reminding us that even in the midst of confusion and chaos, there is hope for connection and shared experience.
Overall, "Hindsights of Heights" is a deeply intellectual and thought-provoking piece of writing, beautifully executed with a mastery of language and form. Thank you for sharing it with us.
14th Mar 2023 12:42pm
Hello MrBlack,
Much gratitude for the feedback and for reading the messages, or perhaps I should say for hearing the messages of the Trolls. I do believe the earth folk and land spirits have much to say to us and I feel they need to be honoured. They propably would not like any of that or any fussing about. Its odd how sometimes vague sweeping sounds can be heard, or wind like sounds. What i think is that the wisdom of the landscapes and nature sources is much more than we humans ever can come to understand.
The otherworldly, be it earth realm, middle or upper realm or star realm always feels like familiar space. Of course I will not claim any of this, I dont want to be hit by a Trolls hammer....
I really appreciated your reflections. I will soon start reading some of your works.
blessings
Rianne
Much gratitude for the feedback and for reading the messages, or perhaps I should say for hearing the messages of the Trolls. I do believe the earth folk and land spirits have much to say to us and I feel they need to be honoured. They propably would not like any of that or any fussing about. Its odd how sometimes vague sweeping sounds can be heard, or wind like sounds. What i think is that the wisdom of the landscapes and nature sources is much more than we humans ever can come to understand.
The otherworldly, be it earth realm, middle or upper realm or star realm always feels like familiar space. Of course I will not claim any of this, I dont want to be hit by a Trolls hammer....
I really appreciated your reflections. I will soon start reading some of your works.
blessings
Rianne
