Curious Ambiance
By skinner_jennifer
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A poem about impressions that live on.
Chasing pleasures, those worthwhile moments
billowing resonance...some melodiously soothing
worries away, a pot of thoughts stirred with good
intention clockwise, bringing fruition to desires;
keeping direction,
everything that came before has somewhere to flow,
destiny unknown; but like the natural sweet melody
of listening energy warming memories of so long ago,
submitting strikes a chord revealing itself when least
envisaged,
music cascading like willow tree surrendering leaves
to sudden breeze, where pulse beats swiftly...breathless
as birds migrating,
while base of mossy trunk's bark softly drenched
in embrace of Autumn's approaching sweet chant,
soothing as dripping honey, where whimsical murmur
of forest mystery awaits pleasures serene,
perhaps secrets uncovered beneath rustling fallen leaves,
are like hidden pressed papery petals of beauty; waiting
to be discovered between pages of well read old books,
just as that which is obscured...essence still remains;
will continuation surrender clear contrast between
what was once alive, yet elusively transcending
environment, reinforcing everything fleeting or enduring.
An explaination of this poem.
The first part is talking about concentrating on positive thoughts
that are clear and vibrant, bringing goodness out of the shadows
that maybe hiding...that's one impression discovered.
Feelings from the past have an impact on who we are now, only
when we think about it, do we realize just how much, like hearing
favourite music from our past, and understanding how much of
an impression it made on us, like the willow tree surrendering its
leaves, our hearts beat like the wings of birds with exhilaration of
impressions discovered.
The last part of the poem, is how the forest embraces impressions,
like the seasons changing, with autumn soon approaching, not with
fear or worry, but acceptance, concentrating on its pleasures of
forest neighbourhood impressions,
There are cones and acorns hidden beneath that remain to form
new life, but which we don't realize because we don't get to nurture
except when we collect and take home to look at...then they leave
an impression.
Just as what is hidden in forest, its essence still remains, just as we
have our memories of loved ones now passed on, the recollections
maybe fleeting in our busy lives, but they are enduring.
Hope this explains better my poem and thank you for reading.
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I'm not sure I'm following
I'm not sure I'm following everything in you memories and runinations, Jenny, but it did like lots of phrases like
music cascading like willow tree surrendering leaves to sudden breeze
and
secrets uncovered beneath rustling fallen leaves,
are like hidden pressed papery petals of beauty; waiting
to be discovered between pages of well read old books
and the base of mossy trunk's bark!
Rhiannon
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This is gorgeous Jenny, I'm
This is gorgeous Jenny, I'm also not sure I understand properly what it's about but find it very comforting and I am sure that it holds great truth
I liked particularly the pieces Rhiannon highlighted, also
"everything that came before has somewhere to flow,"
and
"...essence still remains;...reinforcing everything fleeting or enduring."
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This is a very well written
This is a very well written poem, Jenny, which I read twice to ensure that it had sunk in.
Your explanation helped me appreciate it. I can fully understand what you mean by 'Feelings from the past have an impact on who we are now' as my mood can often be changed quickly, for better or for worse, as a piece of music, a familiar place or even a smell prompts nostalgia in me.
I'm not much of a poet but your words have made me think and possibly inspired me to have another attempt at writing poetry.
Thank you!
Turlough
Turlough
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I know exactly what you mean,
I know exactly what you mean, Jenny, and the more obscure the better. It makes the reader think!
Bulgaria certainly does motivate me to be creative but it's a lovely place to just wander around with the mouth wide open in awe, and I love working outside in our garden so I have to discipline myself to take the time to sit down and write. Knowing that from now on somebody might actually read my scribble is just what I need to make me crack on with it.
So watch this space!
Turlough
Turlough
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Hi Jenny. Personally, I like
Hi Jenny. Personally, I like ambiguity in poetry. Often the best poems are the ones where more is left unsaid and open to the reader's interpretation. There are some wonderful lines in this. Paul :)
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Hi Jenny,
Hi Jenny,
It is very interesting to see your thought patterns down on paper. Some lovely phrases in this, too numerous to mention!
hilary
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Good one
A good poem and you have some good writing there. It's interesting that you felt the need to explain this one as I wasn't very sure what it was about. Still, it was good.
GGHades502
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