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Who knows what the future holds
where it ebbs ,where it flows

Where things come and where they go
no one really truly knows

trust not on just your eyes
for they sometimes tell you lies

I may wear your disguise
but I see more then you realize.

DESTINATION

There is cold
In the country of the old.
Heat of life,
Heat of love,
Heat of curiosity
Has drained away.
From its terrain,
Stony as a terminal moraine,
Sprouts pain,
Sprouts anxiety,
Sprouts isolation.
Desolation fills the atmosphere.
It blurs perception,
It blurs tactility,
It blurs memory.
Lonely, confused and feeble,
Old creatures creep in insecurity,
Stumbling on the roots and vines
Of bodily infirmity,
Await with temerity,
Await with resignation
The final mating
With the monolithic dominator
Whose acid flames
Burn away the self,
Dissolve and dissipate the substance,
Reduce to bland simplicity
The intricate design
Of individuality.

Does anyone like this poem?

*bump*

its intriging.
Keep at it.

yes i like it.
i am not very smart so do not take my appraisal as typical.


i get from this line "no one knows what the future holds, and even though the "future" is inevitable, no-one will ever be able to calculate what will ultimately happen". "ebbing" i see as an evaporation of happiness and hope, and "flowing" i see as optimism and happiness that all is well and improving.


i am not quite sure about this line (i am not well suited to abstraction) but i think it means no one can calculate how anything came to be, and they also can not calculate what becomes of it when it is lost in time.


that obviously(?) means "do not believe all you see"


that is a very profound sentence in my mind, and the one i like most in your poem.

i take it to mean "even though i have learned to act like you, i see many realities that you will never know"


anyway i always am long winded, i just wanted to post that i liked the poem.

I really love how you broke down the poem and interpreted its meaning. You were correct about every part of it.

Note that the greatest artists let other people interpret their art however they like. Even the meaning. Some arts out there are explicitly made "meaningless". Just a bunch of random words, colors, images, sounds and whatnot, provoking emotions in the viewer/listener that is different for everyone. Take for instance a modern art statue/figure of some sorts. Some people love it, other people hate it. Both reactions are perfectly acceptable, and the artist in question knows this. This is what creates diversity and individuality. If everyone thought and felt the same way, we would have nothing to talk about.

What I'm trying to say, is that b9's interpretation shouldn't be the "correct" way, but his way. Of course it might coincide with the artist's way (in this case you, just-me), but another person may put completely different meanings to it and don't like to be called wrong.

I like the poem.

I just wanted to point out b9 was correct about the meaning I was conveying.

Everyone can interpret it differently but was surprised to see someone get it exactly.

But don't worry I wouldn't call them wrong if they got a different message from it. I expect everyone gets something different form it. that's kind of the point.

Some of my poems have no meaning but a few do.

I get what your saying. I normally don't point out if someone interprets it differently then I do. Art is supposed to be subjective.

and I'm glad you like it.