Butterfly effect
3 September 2016
The paving
Of linear bricks
Constrain me
With black wall
Play of shadows mind enthrall
Following rabbits
Old habits
Wear me in measures
Of black white
Turning grey
The heart never counts delay
Though mind sees concrete
Fly higher
Time’s angles dilute
In carving
Absolute
I open wings resolute
Butterfly effect
Reading of the poem:
Black & White – Roedelius/Celletti
Beautiful poem.
Thank you 🙂
The truth lies often in the shadows
That is very true Derrick. Nothing is fully black or fully white.
I’m not always very great at interpreting poetry and quite often get the wrong end of the stick. Some of the turns of phrase make me think of my own life, though. For example, “Old habits / Wear me in measures / Of black white / Turning grey” reminds me of passing through the rather dull and depressing routine of my daily experience as night follows day follows night and I just keep getting older. That’s probably not what the lines means to you, I’m guessing, but it’s where my thoughts went with them. 🙂
There is partly that concept but also the idea of how we generally tend to see things as either black or white and do not willingly see the different shades of grey in between. Things are not always black or white despite our general habit of seeing them that way. You’ve done well at interpreting considering that most of the time very few people understand what I am saying in the poetry. Perhaps it is also because there are several meanings condensed usually. Thanks for commenting.
I see what you mean. That’s another interesting layer to the poem. Anyway, I hope you have a great week. 🙂
Thanks. I hope you have a great one too 🙂
Oh my!
Thanks Sarah!
Each of your poems and associated featured images are too deep and thought provoking.
Thank you Pranab