De-cypher 2

So this was originally the second verse of the previous post. Let me know what you think about it

“Life is a lovely process of becoming”- Douglas MacArthur

Down the dark alley

Down the lane

Down the sloppy hill

Down the drain

Down the rocky valley

Lies the fame

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Through the fake smile

Through the pain

Through this great mind

Through the haze

Through the stormy rain

Lies my gaze

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Born, bred and raised

Amongst all the fear and terror

Came a lovely name

The hive stood in its place

And the throne, big and bold

Is mine to claim

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@Thegreyclover

Poem of the week: Solitude

Hi people! The poem of this week is “Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. It is another one of my favourites. It talks about the society’s reaction to our feelings or emotions. People will be with you as long as you’re doing great, once you have a difficulty, many of them will leave you to your problem. This is particularly clear from the first two lines

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This is just a summary of my impressions of the poem and my own perspective. Let me know what you guys think and what you think of the poem.

Feel free to share some of your favourite poems too! I look forward to reading them. Till next time!

The grey clover

Poem of the week: one Art

Hello people! My poem of this week is called “One Art” by Elizabeth Bishop.

I absolutely loved this poem from the very first line. Although the poem actually talks about losing things which could bring pain, but it also talks about accepting that we may experience losses at some point in life but rather than give up or lose hope, the writer talks about  overcoming the bad times and moving on by saying it’s “not a disaster”.

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Elizabeth Bishop describes losing as an “art”  despite the serious issue and quite sad theme in the poem, and I think this kinda reduces the tension of “losing” and giving off a lighter note. Perhaps to show that there’s often some sort of beauty or something to gain from losses. I also see the “art of losing” as perhaps a skill necessary for all of us to learn. Bishop starts off by talking about it so casually by saying “the art of losing is not hard to master” and this more likely emphasizes in it being a skill that may be necessary for survival.

This is just a summary of my impressions of the poem and my own perspective. Let me know what you guys think and what you think of the poem.

Feel free to share some of your favourite poems too! I look forward to reading them. Till next time!

The grey clover

Silence part 2

In fear, I became frozen

In danger, my heart was becoming molten

I had to act but it seemed like a ruction

Which escalated to a volcanic eruption

The sight left me numb

While it seemed like a huge bomb

Oh my! The explosion

Caused so much commotion

All emotions went extinct

And my visions seemed like a tint / smeared with my instincts

Sirens and rescue teams were suddenly over the place

They came to help or at least save some face

Just when we thought it was all over

A new wave swept across the border

Like a large scale production

Of factories meeting their distribution

The instant we all looked there

We knew how it was going to end here

A terror to all, a tragedy with no glory

This, will be the end of our story

With no need to question the ambience

We all gave in, with silence

@thegreyclover