Description: I found the first few lines of this in a notebook last night and finished it. I'd started writing it in December, so that's why it's untimely. I suppose this is partially inspired by "Ask" by The Smiths: "Nature is a laguage/ Can't you read?"
A Language I Can't Read -------------------------------------------
Black tree trunks,
swipes from a calligrapher's hand
scatter the barren forest.
I ponder the meaning of these characters,
try to understand this language
that all see, but few read,
and no one ever truly comprehends .
i see the barren forest as the white page..and the black trees as words filling that forest...but so densely the speaker just can't understand the meanings...
i seem to walk in that forest a lot...
i think many of us write with subconscious meanings...and often that lets our readers walk through the same forest and see different trees...
that walk is good...just as good an exercise as the walker who is going straight from point A to point B...because there is certainty in the step...
Blackness and barren. This seems to have a feel of emotional emptiness/sadness/death. The picture I get is of lonely tree trunks left in a chopped down forest. They sit there with their insides bare and open, revealing an emptiness. Their limbs (life) having been ripped from them.
Sorry if this has nothing to do with the meaning. It''s just the first impression I had and it stuck with me.
Can't think of anything constructive at the moment.......but I really like this..........we all interpret things in different ways.......and at first sitting we may not understand what is being said.....come back to it later.....It's worth it for the visual aspect alone.Keep smiling.
I like the idea that some CAN read the nature-language.... but no one can comphrehend. Also, making the distinction between reading and comprehending... that's very important, i know I always read to comprehend so it baffles me when my classmates don't absrb what they just read @_@ ~Coraz
well this poem is short but effective it conveys the point which i think is shrouded in mystery cause i dont think ur talking about language but perhaps thought or something deeper it could be just me i like the image that u start the poem with the page as a forest full of trees overall a very nice and creative write nice job :D
it's good to see you writing again, Amy.. i like the starkness of this one and could picture the characters on the page, perhaps not knowing what they mean yet trying to understand. kind of like poetry, we all write what we understand and sometimes no one gets it but us.. once again, your minimalism leaves me with things to ponder.. it's great to read you again!
Tracy makes me crazy sometimes listening to the Smiths over and over again..!
This reminds me of that one person in your life who you can't figure out. The one person whose words you want so badly to understand but you don't...and that one person....the one person you longed to be...understands that person to a T. I like the opening of black tree trunks and the imagery of a barren forest. Very interesting piece. It made me think. :) I like it. How are you hun?