Loki Wyrd Posted September 18, 2004 Report Share Posted September 18, 2004 Rainwater accumulates underneath my windowsill. A single ray of sunshine penetrates the mass of clouds above. The wind that blew so fiercely is even howling still, And ripples on the puddle are dancing with their love. The countenance of the water is lit up by the sun, Scintillating gaily now that its time has come. The union of these, here joined together, Is sung of in the trees in this blustery weather. Listening intently to the beautiful melody it carries, I sway from side to side, drained of my worries. And I'm struck, as if by the sun!-- Shining in my eyes Has awoken me from a trance, Of which I could not realize. Dashing out my door, I hope to escape; What exactly from, I can't rightly say. Yet, soon I come to my little puddle, And around it, perforce, I blithely do huddle. But the wind has quieted, And the sun vanished. My thoughts are stilled. My memory tarnished. It's but water and mud: What else should I expect?-- I only wish that I could Take it all back. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Parmenion Posted September 18, 2004 Report Share Posted September 18, 2004 Very much enjoyed this poem until I got to the end. It was soundly written with excellent description in my humble opinion until the last four lines when I was left wondering to myself - what the hec was that all about? The first, second and half the third stanza sucked me in and I thought it was excellent, make no mistake. I am one of those people however that likes a poem to have a point or at least a conclusion similar to the subject matter described. I think perhaps I may be too stupid to make a subtle or obvious connection Care to enlighten a poor fool like me as to what I missed? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Loki Wyrd Posted September 19, 2004 Author Report Share Posted September 19, 2004 Hehe, sure thing, mate. The ending is a result of my twisted sense of humor and poor sarcasm, I'm afraid. The very thing that the narrator was so enthralled with for most of the poem turns out to be nothing more than very typical. He (or she, who knows) had seen it before from such an elevated state that when the truth is revealed to him (in a sense) it destroys the image he previously held in his mind. This is when he longs for "it" (whatever you may...) back. Many poems would end on a "life is so grand" note, but maybe that's not always for me, you know? It's a very poor summation, but I'm not in a very elevated state of mind atm, if you catch my drift. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Parmenion Posted September 19, 2004 Report Share Posted September 19, 2004 Kind of like the protagonist of the poem is lost in "happy thoughts" about the surrounding nature and then at the end gets snapped back to reality? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Loki Wyrd Posted September 20, 2004 Author Report Share Posted September 20, 2004 Yeah, I guess you could say that. Or could you... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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