11-06-2022, 07:41 AM
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(11-05-2022, 03:26 AM)Miley Wrote: I dig the sounds/images of this, how elemental it is... I don't really understand it or come to much meaning, I did try to read it carefully but it ends up feeling like a riddle. I do feel some of the images. The tone is like heavy metal album cover. I really do like the last line, and the title. The coming of the day as the wildness of some animal? Real originall/evokative. Wind, fire, void... the lion! Makes think of a pre-rational mind and a time where the elements were a little harder to ignore. I'm totally lost on the nameless, haha. Thanks for sharing!Thanks for giving it a read. It's funny that you call it a riddle (and you're right), because I hate riddles. I'm ambivalent about the whole "understanding the meaning" thing. But I guess it should mean something that the reader can take away with them. This is one where I just started with a first line and built from there and didn't trouble myself too much with a definite meaning, though I did try to create a narrative.
If I was thinking of anything, it was sort of a prehistoric atmosphere. But I was pulling most of it out of my unconcious (some might say, my a**)

(11-05-2022, 09:04 PM)Mark A Becker Wrote: Hi Tim-Thanks for the critique Mark. Not what I was going for, but, honestly, I had no meaning in mind. Do you think that's a legitimate method? I really enjoy just starting with a line and letting my unconscious take over. I try to establish a narrative, but sometimes (actually, often) meaning is secondary for me.
This poem strikes me as commentary on the "nameless" users of the internet who troll or otherwise vent their anger, knowing that no one will know who they are, hiding behind their anonymity. As usual,, I've subtracted in areas that seem to go overboard:
Sunrise waits for the nameless
as their fire subsides.
They have everything to say
as though speech were salvation
against silence, they bark
into the north wind,
fill the void
with carelessness.
Inside their invisible identities
they swarm with meanings
and lay down
with the lion of morning.
Tim

