And this has got nothing to do with Seamus Heaney. I got a feather quill pen today. Feather black as ink. I've writers block, but Here's the first poem I scribbled in about 5 minutes.
[u]Poem[/u]
Won’t you cast a glance as to what resides outside your very window?
As seasons change to their red and golds of places, people and things unspoken?
for you, the harsh white that follows on every second year of being?
will you, won’t you look the other way.
Again.
I havn't edited this. It's posted up as I wrote it 5 minutes ago. No changes whatsoever. :) Comments are welcome.
UPDATE! As requested, here is a literary review of this poem. I speak of time, once again, as a lot of my poems are based on. The first stanza speaks of how time can stand still if you take the time to make it do so. I refer to the time I wandered into the basement and peeked out through one of the windows, watching people's legs walk past. The silence, the sunlight streaming through that little rectangular window speaks through that stanza, personally. Imagine a time when you too were lost in thoughts, and apply it to your own memories to understand what I mean. The second stanza speaks of how time flies. The reds and golds of autumn come and go. How we overlook simple facts and take other small ones for granted. How simple words such as Please and Thank You are embedded into time, small as they are, convey so much. The third stanza again refers subconsciously to a personal memory. Seeing snow two times in my life. "Every second year of being". This line speaks of how we look back periodically, to see what has changed, and what has changed us. If you think about it, it makes sense. I can't quite explain this sentence in a full manner. "Will you, won't you/Look the other way" is a sentence I associate with the two headed roman god Janus. One head of his faces the past, and another, the future. These two lines relate to the previous stanza. We often tend to look into the past than towards the future. Its a simple reminder to look both ways. It also relates to the law of cause and effect and/or karma, depending on your belief. The last word, "Again" is a more gentle reminder that we must maintain equilibrium, yet at the same time allowing us to understand the fact that it will always be so. Depending on the situation, our memories/thoughts will be focused on the past or present, and that it is an endless cycle. So, Thiefy, there you have it. :) Hope you didn't fall asleep.
posted by: Thiefy (reply)
post date: 07.23.04 (2:49 am)
How about a literary review of the poem.
"will you, won’t you
look the other way.
Again"
I smell a story.
posted by: VodkaB (reply)
post date: 07.23.04 (3:50 am)
:) Tis personal. *laugh*
but I'l have a go. will post it beneath this poem when im done.
posted by: Thiefy (reply)
post date: 07.23.04 (4:51 am)
:o
Are you like a professional poet?
-bows before you-
thank you
posted by: VodkaB (reply)
post date: 07.23.04 (4:55 am)
No, not a professional...:) One day, perhaps.
Someday.
Thanks for the compliment.
posted by: VodkaB (reply)
post date: 07.23.04 (5:03 am)
No, wait. On second thought, i don't wish to be a professional poet.
It loses all its magic that way. *grin* poetry should be spontaneous. *nodnod*
posted by: Ashy (reply)
post date: 07.23.04 (10:24 am)
well... ya poems are always wonderful and deep... i love it... and me luv ya :D
posted by: VodkaB (reply)
post date: 07.23.04 (6:47 pm)
