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The steep stairs,
that lead to dawn;
the hue of a new days dorm
forces to focus.
The muttered monarch
that once throned so loud;
the constant swinging in the clouds
persecutes the past.
| I am not really too sure of what you meant in this piece, although it was beautiful i cannot grasp the meaning completely. Maybe this was just a bit too abstract for me to interpret, still i enjoyed it and it had a special feel to it. What inspired you to write this?||| Posted on 2009-09-26 00:00:00 | by Clayman | [ Reply to This ] || I'm not quite shure what to make of this. A lot could be related to each individual image, but to that end I wonder if I wouldn't be bringing my own meaning to your words. For example, there seems to be a scheme, but given that the piece is so small I wonder if it is not just a coincidental correlation. |
I can also not help but notice your obsession with mornings, awakening... Why is this? Does it symbolize something for you..? Are you pulling it from some unheard of post-modernist philosophy?
It might also be a deed to put the two that relate together...
|| Posted on 2009-09-23 00:00:00 | by Outlaw | [ Reply to This ] |