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Confusion

I'm a wreck,
like the ones that lye beneeth the waves in the briney deep.
Only they hold secrets, that they took to their grave, forever to keep.

I'm a troubled soul
Forsaken to wander this earth alone for all eternity.
With nothing but the winds that blow
And the running rivers that flow

I'm understanding,
Yet you will never understand me.
Like a complicated ryhme from the pages of time.
You will never know me.
But you know me too well.

by chazie
posted on 02/28/2008

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Comment by babyboogt82886: Feb 28, 2008 6:21 am
Very well written! Lovin it! Smiley
Comment by hiddeninblood: Feb 28, 2008 10:25 am
good poem
Comment by oldman: Mar 5, 2008 1:16 am
Imagery is one you are mastering. Thanks for another writing that I will reflect upon.
Comment by quies: Mar 15, 2008 1:52 pm
This poem is really interesting, particularly because the esoteric type that it is, a certain type, is one that draws in rather than leaves the reader out in the cold to ponder what the poem could possibly mean in relation to both the poet and the reader themselves. There are a couple of typos or misspellings throughout the poem that should be taken care of - "lye" should be "lie", unless that's your form of wordplay. "Lye" is a elemental combination, not a verb. Also, "ryhme" should be "rhyme". All that I can say about this poem in a critique would be to elaborate on what you're saying - of course it's your poem and you don't need to should you not desire to do so - but no real indication is given as to why you're a troubled soul, wandering for some sort of eternity, or just what sort of 'pages of time' you're referring to. It's the simple imagery that you refer to, and the bits of descriptions, that both uphold this poem and give the reader some sort of idea as to what you're saying. But, it's this same simple imagery, the brevity in it, that leaves this poem esoteric and waiting to be scooped up from the brine at the ocean's floor. I don't agree with oldman. This poem is interesting and the references, personal and not, support the poem well-enough. But the imagery, I believe is a weak point of the poem that leaves itself to be emphasised further upon - this poem could easily be longer. Relatively well written and interesting, nonetheless.
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