Undercurrent
There is in this place an undercurrent of muck
But under this muck is a bed of stone
And sweet music makes a space in the muck
And in places, massy walls push the muck aside.
But sometimes the muck seeps in through the walls
Weakens them to the verge of collapse
Then sweet music cleans the muck from the stone
And fire burns the muck away.
But under this muck is a bed of stone
And sweet music makes a space in the muck
And in places, massy walls push the muck aside.
But sometimes the muck seeps in through the walls
Weakens them to the verge of collapse
Then sweet music cleans the muck from the stone
And fire burns the muck away.
posted by Jonathan at
10/31/2011 08:33:00 a.m.
2 Comments:
I'm very new to your website, and I'm not sure whether or not you wrote this poem yourself, but I find it to be a fascinating metaphor for our modern existance. The "muck", I find, could easily represent the mundane tasks which seem to fill our lives so completely. The "bed of stone" being our natural instincts, and all that we truly need to live. "Sweet music" and the "walls" would represent love and logic, respectively, which occasionally give us a glimpse of reason as to the meaning of life (should there be one), and push the muck aside. When the "muck" seeps through the walls, and we bend and break, the stresses which we have placed upon ourselves have become too much. It is only love, and the fire that is pain, which can bring us to our senses again, and make us realize that the stress is not worthwhile. I can only pray for those who have no "sweet music", and who truly believe, because of the stresses placed upon them, that there is nothing left to live for.
To be honest, I'm not sure if you tend to reply to comments, but should you have the inclination, I would love to hear your thoughts and interpretations. And I would also like to thank you, for letting me forget about the "muck" in my life, if only for a little while.
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Kristen341, at 1/05/2012 2:34 p.m.
Wow, thanks Kristen! Your comment is a poem in itself (the middle part of it reads like one, anyway).
Yes, I like your interpretation - it fits perfectly. I was actually more thinking about the muck representing past sins in my life, but interpreting it as the clutter of mundane tasks and chores encroaching upon one's life is a great take on it as well. Bravo!
By
Jonathan, at 1/06/2012 8:02 p.m.
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