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Riley 
since 2002-07-18
Posts 1038in the pouring rain 
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fire ashes burn now burn these commands haunt the dreams little children are found sleepless with nothing to comfort them but this little melodies run sweet dum de dum de dum de de dum give over your soul because you are not safe lies are planted in the ceiling look up you were fooled yes, you lied and we all know it a mere pawn in the poor game with strings against the blast of icy air the fire ring is gone but children remain in the air goes the melody dare not repeat for they will get you flaming in the course of wheat field long forgotten in an oasis of time of the rubble heap that withstands but you haven't forgotten for you once were.. now stop the children are here dum de dum de dum Morning mist clings to my face, and my soul opens up to you...... [This message has been edited by Riley (02-16-2003 12:24 PM).] |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
I'm going to wait until you've finished this, then respond. Replying now just in case you forgot about it.  |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
To be frank, I intended to respond to this poem many times, but every time I went to reply to it something stopped me. Every time I read this something never clicks. It is difficult for me to get a "reading" on this one. But all the same it is a very fascinating poem that seems to be about the lies we tell our children. The lies are often political and at the same time often personal. A good dark write, but I do wish you would be a little clearer with your words. I will add this to my library simply because it holds so many dark and enchanting mysteries. "If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh" |
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Riley
since 2002-07-18
Posts 1038in the pouring rain |
LP: Ok, I'm done, and thanks for reminding me otherwise I would have forgotten. ( You know us blondes, such smart people )Fractal: I will have to wait to give an explanation because at the current time, I don't have much time. But I think, when I write, I have a certain rhythm (sp) going in my head, that I write to, with pauses here and there. And if I so happened to show those commmas then you would see a comma every two words. So if you read it slow and think about a sinster beat ( lol ) then you might be able to read it easier. Will write more laters. Ri Morning mist clings to my face, and my soul opens up to you...... |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
Riley... I'm waiting for your interpretation on this poem because I'm also having trouble seeing something click. There's so much contrast you draw between the children and the fire ring, I'm having a hard time pinpointing exactly what is intended with this. Are you saying that there are things hidden from newer generations... pains and disgraces that the elders hide from their descendants shamefully, and that in the end, their children are somehow harmed by them? I like this, the imagery is really disturbing but strangely accurate... and I too picked up on that "sinister" beat...  Lovely writing, I await your next. Parasite "Faith" means the will to avoid knowing what is true. |
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Riley
since 2002-07-18
Posts 1038in the pouring rain |
Brian: Lets see if I can explain this. Um...I think its for more personal reasons almost. Like an extended metaphor covering up someone. The children are a person that is close to me, and of course the fire ring is me. That is my reason. But there could also be the children being lied to, just like we are, and then rebelling. But either way, I think I did pretty good. Thanks for reading... Riley Morning mist clings to my face, and my soul opens up to you...... |
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