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The Cow

Author: Eagle
ASL Info:    20, M, Australia
Elite Ratio:    3.16 - 22 /48 /18
Words: 79
Class/Type: Poetry /Serious
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I haven't written anything in AGES, let alone posted it on Elite Skills (pretty bad considering I signed up 1749 days ago...)

I wrote this last night while sitting in my driveway. A strange sort of mood overcame me and I found myself covered in a tapestry of thoughts, each one woven together, each thread unique but indistinguishable from the last.

I'm sure I'll find out the meaning of this poem at some point, but that time is not now.

The Cow

The cow wanders to the lush pastures by the base of mountains high;
Searching for what was once found, but now is lost.

The evening's chill approaches. The mountains loom overhead, swallowing up the last golden streaks of warmth.

The cow lays to rest, as the bitter cold of night stings and bites; ice fingers stroking its very soul.

But the morning light comes, and the pastures shimmer once more with the tears of the night.

Submitted on 2009-11-25 16:21:42     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  Weep away into the dark of night
then in the newness of day delight!

I revel in the image of pasture renewing itself in season
hoping that the 'cow' realises that it grazes on the very same treasure once or several times before partaken of.

Good to be reading you again.

| Posted on 2009-11-28 00:00:00 | by CrypticBard | [ Reply to This ]
  I liked your description a lot. I used to write a lot of stream-of-consciousness stuff, and at first it didn't make sense. Then, as I would look at it, with each passing year, a new meaning would emerge. I understand the threads of thought, woven together and yet each having an integral part. One particular time, I had a very strong vision of this, the threads forming quilts, then hardening and turning into baskets that would catch the inevitable falling debris of other thoughts on the same subject. Within this fabric, I was simply as a speck of dust, falling throughout and between the fabric of these baskets, having to hold them up as I went.., they're getting heavier and heavier, and I have this sense of continuity and yet I'm lost in it.., well, you get the idea.

I think Clayman's interpretation of this is excellent. That is the beauty of a site like this. Not everything you write is going to be worthy of publication, and some of the stuff we write is so personal it is only to be understood by a select few who have the same view. When we are able to defy geography and come together as a group of people with a common interest, beautiful things can happen. That's what just happened here.

| Posted on 2009-11-26 00:00:00 | by Soul-Hugger | [ Reply to This ]
  I think this is rather confusing and most possibly prophetic to a certain extent. If you can decipher the meaning you might just understand more about the self.

My interpretation.

Stanza 1: the cow is you, knowing what it had before, a longing to have it again (love?), alot of abundant and possibly better oppertunities are around but you want what you had before for the taste of abundance rings not to the tune of familiarity.

Stanza 2: the evenings chill represents emotions that are pushed away and filled by distractions to take the mind of the longing feeling, it is delayed but not inevitable. The golden streaks are the happiness you carry or pretend to carry through the burden. Reality takes the perception of happiness away.

Stanza 3: the bitter stings could be of regret or unhappiness about present circumstances, things that haunt and plague you over past choices or the course the past played off in. Things that touch you deeply and reaches to your core. You lay down because you are tired or you lay down because you are forced to acknoweledge these feelings, you cannot deny them.

Last stanza: the morning light is the hope you gather everytime after after you deal with emotions and process them, a kind of hope (false maye?) you fill yourself with to combat the weariness that plagues you. The light shimmering in the tears are acknoweledgement of this. Behind that smiling face (mask?) you are actually crying.

Well thats just my take, let me know what you think.
| Posted on 2009-11-26 00:00:00 | by Clayman | [ Reply to This ]

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