Friday, May 20, 2005
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull - all rights reserved
A river surges through my heart
To slice my soul in two,
As longing struts its tawdry part
And hangs my halls in blue.
The poppies bloom along the road —
They beckon me to stay,
Entreating me to loose my load
And watch their gay ballet.
The clouds puff distant in the sky
And hint a face above;
While earthbound I still puzzle why
I could not hold her love.
And yet the scarlet poppies dance
Like breeze in true love's hair;
They giggle of the wind's romance
And sway on springtime air.
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull
What do you mean by this line?
To my mind, once a poem is written, it is like a painting. It is interesting to speculate what the artist (poet) had in mind while composing the piece. But far more important is what the painting or poem says to you, in the context of your own experience, and emotions. This is NOT to say that a poem does not have a meaning, that it is whatever you say it is. It does mean that since poetry is an art form of abbreviated expression that involves ambiguities both intentional and unintentional, your "job" is to decide what the possibilities are, and decide which ones the poet meant, or which ones are possible that you like better.
Or, the short answer: "What do you think?"