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Post by Reens on Jul 8, 2004 12:34:43 GMT -5
We are having peas today!  Heh. I know I used two tenses withint the poem but I wrote it at 2 am so bare with my illiteracy...WIP ~ Eyes burning its strands of red with unceasing haze Elevating in skies to remain unquenched, lingering haze ~ Pheonix turned ablaze never to be resurrected It has been a while since persisted, lilting haze ~ Querying eyes hoped to find a tepid home Discovered one, not to cease unraveling haze ~ Teardrops to eyes faithfully insist a bond for life Clutching on eternally to the self-preserving haze |
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 9, 2004 10:11:26 GMT -5
Ooo Ooo Ooo ...Wow... I don't like peas  *pulls a face* Haha, you need to look up iliteracy in the dictionary cuz you really use it in the wrong context here, i think you were going for genuis, or magnificance, or something along those lines... 2am, always a time of inspirationalism Okay now to a coment on the poem... I don't understand a word but it very beautiful so i will attempt to be interlectual and understanding and offer contemplative 'hmms' ;D Eyes burning its strands of red with unceasing haze Hmm now where have i heard this before. ;D Its a pretty powerful and very visual. It kind of reminds me of rage like you know when bulls charge at things that are red, i think i'd want to avoid a person with eyes 'burning strands of red' Querying eyes hoped to find a tepid home Is this a poetic way of saying of searching for a compremise? Luke warm, somewhere in the middle. Clever! And the repetition of 'Haze' just emphasizes my own incopetance at understanding. The whole meaning is a haze, possibly many meanings with hazy boundaries. I would be fascinated if you psyco-analysed you poem for me ;D |
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Post by Miss Knightley on Jul 9, 2004 13:51:39 GMT -5
*falls over* you have too much talent. I think you should share. *pouts*
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Post by Reens on Jul 9, 2004 14:46:04 GMT -5
I don't like peas *pulls a face* Tough love, its fresh out of pot and little peas is all you get.  Ahhh... I love to hear compliments *casts hook back in and continues to fish* ;D Psycho analysis? The interpretation depends on how you want to look at it. The poem actually just generalizes the concept of being "unsure" about something or someone (including yourself). Wanting something/someone and not being able to come at par with your own or their expectations. ~ Eyes burning its strands of red with unceasing haze Elevating in skies to remain unquenched, lingering haze I see where you are coming from (and yes I admit I recycled it from Best of me... lol). But the meaning has to do with 'remorse' moreso than anger. As in, the haze is going up the skies (or becoming a realization) but it just isnt raining (so the thirst remains unquenched) and the "unsurity" lingers on... ~ Pheonix turned ablaze never to be resurrected It has been a while since persisted, lilting haze Pheonix I am sure you are aware is a mythical bird that rises from its own ashes. It's actually very often used in poems because it is such a beautiful concept. To rise from one's own ashes! ~ Querying eyes hoped to find a tepid home Discovered one, not to cease unraveling haze And one's tried to find reasons to exist by defining a median (you grasped the gist of it). And ones' found a way to live through it accepting the haze. ~ Teardrops to eyes faithfully insist a bond for life Clutching on eternally to the self-preserving haze But acceptance doesn't mean one's happy with the outcome. Because the haze is still around... maybe its good, because haze 'hides' a lot of things (feelings). *lol* I am sharing, silly.  |
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 9, 2004 15:53:41 GMT -5
Ah, wow.
Wonderful...
Its very good, you should right more ;D
PS i am not eating Peas!
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Post by Reens on Jul 11, 2004 14:50:16 GMT -5
LOL Too late you already did and you liked it too You do realize I refer to my brain as pea brain... righttttt? *casts hook in for more compliments* ;D |
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 11, 2004 16:08:46 GMT -5
Pea brain, haha!
Points and laughs...
Compliments oh right yeah, erm erm... tries to come up with something original.
fresh out of ideas right now, your great we love you, will that do until my pea sized brain, can think of more?
You should stop eating peas!
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Post by Reens on Jul 11, 2004 21:24:07 GMT -5
Now that you stroked my ego, I am loving you again Harikins.  Okay no more peas. This one I am thinking of adding to Best of Me, as a Prologue... hmm or something. I am not sure but it will be in there. Do NOT comment/analyse it here. ;D When my words can’t find voices I know your eyes will read them Like intuition, wonderment is par When I keep on falling I know you’ll be there to catch me Like instinct, always breaking my fall When I close my eyes I know I will always find you Like insight, you are never too far |
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Post by Miss Knightley on Jul 11, 2004 21:41:27 GMT -5
oh wow...I think that's perfect for your story. *sighs* so romantic.
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 12, 2004 5:42:50 GMT -5
:This is not a comment:
Ooo Ooo Ooo
Eyes, *sighs* pretty.
Fuel for the ego fire: I love it ;D
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Post by Reens on Jul 12, 2004 10:04:37 GMT -5
Thankiez
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Heh. 
*pulls a face*
Okay no more peas.