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In my cage as the sun rises;
I sit, stare into a nothingness.
Suffocated by the stillness.
Standing on the gaff of my younger summer’s mist.
Dreams of gag roots, peace, and a time of gaiety,
Keeping in harmony with the stillness.
Only to break it with a deep outward sigh.
Then becoming one again.
| This is a very nicely structured little poem. And I don't mean little in a condescending way- I mean little as in- it is short. |
I really enjoy the structure of it and like the first 3 and last 3 lines... I have a problem with the middle 2 lines though...
Okay- I am all for the word "gaiety", but "gaff"??? You lost me there... Did you mean the Nautical gaff? Or as in to rig or cheat? I don't know, for me; the one word threw me out of the entire poem...
I'm also not fully aware of the term or thing that is a "gag root"? I tried looking it up so as to derive some meaning from this but alas... -no results.
If you could explain, that would be super!!!
It could just be my own ignorance keeping me from fully realizing this submission... But that's okay, I'll admit it.
*love and light*
|| Posted on 2008-04-06 00:00:00 | by Ceyx | [ Reply to This ] |