Another poem of mine..... with a hidden message this time.?

Question

I wrote this quite some time ago for someone who was down and out...... It is sometimes my habit to be
cryptic........ to stimulate the "thinking process" - rather than putting everything out in plain sight. This
poem is an except from one that has over 800 lines. I wrote it in german...... it is extremely hard to translate
regarding rhyming and finding the proper words that convey the same meaning as my original intent was.
Not that I have problems with that - but it takes a lot more time.

FATE

What can I really say to you
The things I see - which will come true
It's that what I at times acquired
What between day and night transpired
It's is not however - what I was dreaming
If you can - now find the meaning
See the way the future's leaning
See what is behind the actions
Of innermost revealed reflections......
In times when deafness strikes the ear
But diff'rent ones begin to hear
In times when blindness strikes one's eyes
Another opens - and this relies
On what is not perceived as matter
Familiar landscapes then all shatter
Unsteady then is time advancing
Dormant senses are enhancing
The spirits gather for the cast
The haste of day is dead at last
The chase, the hunt - it can begin
With-out there's silence - but sound within.

From hollow bones a muted song
First so weak, now getting strong
The bones the shape trumpets, flutes
A haunting song - some still eludes
The sorrowful, arresting tones.
Lost dreams reflect, a soul bemoans
At times a change to suff'ring groans
Not snappy they reverberate
They fade, then swell, proliferate
They freeze the senses, scare and hound
From hollow bones the muted sound.

"What's this" a soul asks in distress
Confused - it felt the cold of death
"Whose realm is this - incorporeal -
Where shadows dreadful things conceal
Where three converge to one - then none
The none and all converge - are one
The cradle which contains the spark
Primaeval ground , archaic, dark
Surpreme and firm its awesome power
Which does create - which does devour"
"Come, Your journey soon has to adjourn
The way is long, there's much to learn
What's true and false - find separation
The light will shine - your destination."

"What is ", was asked - "Where is your courage -
What causes you so much demurrage
All you want is confirmation .......
False truth, the I, exposed as lies
The fire burns, consumes - then dies
Escape - there's none - though fools may think
Who have not found the proper link ......
Ensnared, entangled in their web
Death does not kill - is but a step
Learn you soul, there is no hiding
It's only time that you are biding
Your path in darkness hides crevices
You'r left - that is - to your devices
Look back - There you have been!
And there - still faint - it can be seen
Is always light there - in the end
On that you surely can depend"

Sigi

My apology..... I have no idea how I got this in here. It should have shown up under Poetry!

Answer 1

It would be REALLY, REALLY helpful if you told me what your question is!

Answer 2

This sounds like a very dark poem, reminding me of the Wasteland by T. S Eliot. There may be a life after death, but life also offers much more than the eye can see. What is the difference between the dark and the light? Are both shadows of things yet to be revealed?

Answer 3

Sometimes the point of a poem is to ensure what you mean is conveyed. Being cryptic may make others put effort to try and find your hidden meaning.

But unfortunately, only you will truly know your own poem's meaning. Others will always have their own interpretations of it.

Save this poem in a journal and look back at it 10 years later, see if you can find your own cryptic meaning that you wrote long ago. This is a long term experiment about how people's meanings can change over long periods of time.

Answer 4

The makers of Second Life seem to be very good at getting publicity for themselves. There always seems to be stories in the press about it, but I know of nobody in real life who actually uses it. It wouldn't surprise me if most of the users are actually government employees and newspaper journalists. The only other users seem to be perverts who use it as a virtual sex chatroom - I'd dread to think what they thought DWP stood for. The money would have been far better spent setting up an online presence in World of Warcraft, which for all its faults is at least very popular.

Answer 5

Oh bless!