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The Me In Meaning (8b)

THE ME IN MEANING

Always seemed
Fairly subjective
What passes
For meaning
How and where we go seeking
Has its influence

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Shadorma November

Making Art

MAKING ART

Everything breathes
As if but as a fiction
As is even a notion of time

For all this roaring
This Trumpetting horrorscope
Is in Truth both quite illusory
And also long long past
Long fixed in sticky time while

Fixed as the Mona Lisa
I step back to reflect
Or else lose myself

In my imaginings
Of the meaning
Of her smile while
While death creeps
On tiptoes nearer

Wielding

WIELDING

Does a pen know what words to use?
Surely it is only the wielder of the pen.
And does a writer know what tale to tell?
This wielding business when examined
Surely begs a few questions of its own.

The Ghost In The Machine

THE GHOST IN THE MACHINE

Me is a large part
Of any shot at Meaning
Yet we forget this

These Words

THESE WORDS

Whoever
Wrote down

These words

You are here
Interpreting

These words

May have, have they not
Written

These words

In hopes of
A deeper understanding of

These words

Expression

EXPRESSION

The meaning got lost
In creating some sense of
Who wrote this and why

Carefree

CAREFREE

You found a reason?
Please run it past me again
I think I missed it

(In)significance

(IN)SIGNIFICANCE

What time?
What space?
What emotion?
What memory?
How to say?
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This is something a little different: a DIY poem. Consider the words while letting the music and the images take you away; see where you arrive and what you discover. Comments would be welcome if you wish to share.

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