Wind Find Meaning

[The Huntsman]

Good evening! What an ass-watering beautiful day it was! Too bright, too green, too blue for the eye to drink.
I took a whole roll of photographs of my plate armour - mostly helmets - and a set of me wearing two styles of armour. It was hot, it was heavy, and I hope to share when the CD gets developed!

In other news, here is a poem called "Wind Find Meaning."
It seems to focus on the futility of finding purpose in physical existence. It breaks down the elements, maintaining a single link to the fire amid the earth and the fire amid our bellies.
Let me know what you think!

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=47090

And, as always, link a poem that you would like me to read!

Ihmara

 

[Lauren Hynde]

I'd like to get back to you on this one later on, but for now let me tell you this:

1. I really liked all five stanzas per si, each of them is beautifully constructed, with an overall nice rhythm an internel coherence that's admirable;

2. I'm disturbed by the use of the words in theory, in the 3rd stanza. They don't belong here and it seems to me as if you only included them in in order to gain some metric regularity, so that the 2nd would stand alone.

3. I can't make sense of the overall poem! I'm sorry, I'm really tired now and maybe I'm just not thinking straight, but I'm not sure this poem is conveying your message. I mean, it may be something as simple as rearranging the order of the stanzas! Did you noticed that your explanaition of the poem was 1st break down the elements, 2nd fire amid the earth and the fire amid our bellies.

Explain, please, and forgive me if I'm making little sense...

 

[The Huntsman]

I am in theory here within

Thanks, Lauren!
I would love to explain.

First, when I described the poem, I was not suggesting that the stanzas would accomplish the breaking down of the elements or the "fire in the belly" link in that order. I noted it merely as a possible theme to reflect upon - strictly from my position.

The poem opens with a command to the "wind," or the human breath/soul, to illuminate the Path of life. I paired wind with the "water," for the human emerges from the amniotic sea and takes a first gasp - the first drink of air in corpo-real form.

Passions of the body, the fiery impulses and the urge: these, too, are hoped to cast some "light" on the meaning of our movement forward. Crimson sheaves are specific love attachments, seemingly meaningful commitments to others - but in the End they are transient also. A prayer to the "heavens" is a bit hackneyed, but I always send my unmouthed cries to the stars - the details of my experience, however often used.

And then to the clear-thought of the human:
I am, in theory, here within - it seems there is a "being" hiding behind my eyes, inside my head. I use "theory" for its scientific connotation, and to imply doubt.

Feelings of physical polution, feelings of beastial impulse, a noticeable desire to escape in the original Chaos - the spinning and ravenous wolf.

Curséd earth find meaning - O! body doomed to die! give me meaning that the breath could not find! Dying passions of the heart (the "willows" living upon the water) and loins (the "worm"), give me some meaning before you go! Please, give me something, because I'm leaving very, very soon...and it appears I'm going "down."

I hope this helps. It certainly clarified my own feelings on the poem.

Ihmara