More beautiful poetry from the Zarn! \^_^
"Random and Untitled"; I really liked the idea of this poem, and how you've formed and created it too. The difference between day and night, and the deeper meanings I barely glean, yet still see slightly, are really excellent.
For me, it kind of speaks of how we reject what's good and go after what's bad, wanting it to be good, or something like that.
The first two verses are really excellent. Especially with the second, they could almost be short pieces of poetry on their own.
I really loved that second verse; "I missed my frame."
I'm not sure quite why, but I really like that line. I think it's just a really interesting thought -a window pane missing its frame; very cool personalisation.
"It was pointless but all the same... I wanted it." I loved that -a really excellent ending; not just as and ending, but I mean it's just good overall. You come up with really neat thoughts and ways of phrasing and putting together your thoughts and ideas; like this line. ^^
"Blake's Generations" -is this a reference to something I don't know of? Perhaps a historical figure? I'm not sure -please elaborate if so.
I'd like to know more about it. It might shed some light on some of the themes/imagery etc in the poem.
Anyway, I'm not sure what a 'Prester' is... that's just a title/word/reference I don't know.
Your poem seems to echo with quite a few of the feelings/theme/ideas of the other poems you've written -not in a bad way, but they just remind me of the feelings of some of your other pieces. Like throwing flowers at the sky, but they're only weeds... it reminds me of some of your poems of how what we have to offer to God is so little and unworthy. ANd how we try to do our best, but fail.
Very deep emotion, and I love how you've... I'm not sure... how do I say it? Um... 'formed' his poem. The style of it. -With the lines between parenthesis like extra thoughts or cries. A very moving poem -the emotion flows freely throughout it.
Very cool. I mean, it reminds me of Elijah in the cave at first, but turns towards something very different. At the end it brings me back to reminding me of how we want to stay doing what we do; we don't want to change. We want to be 'masters of our own destiny'.
Through the poem, I really liked how there was that distinction between the roaring cacophany and movement outside and the still, silence and emptiness of the cave inside (the dripping from the rocks really helped to create that atmosphere, too).
It's excellent to be able to read more -excellent to know you're still writing! (Not that I doubted that you were... but it's just a good thing.