Brooke: Windswept
May 27, 2008
Another rather silly and spontaneously created poem. Aaron helped me write it again. He contributed one line, which I later took out—but it helped inspire the direction.
Windswept
Windspray at my wings
Shipwrecked, ocean-weathered
broken glass, and bits of string
A rigging rope untethered
A twisted siren’s song
The un-stopped ear to listen
Reeling, wrestling in the waves
The jagged rocks to christen
Nice! Wow, you really get abstract in that fifth line. I think I understand, though…
Tell me! Tell me what you understand!
I am interested to know what it all means…
I was being facetious. The fifth line reads “ ” and is obviously a computer error. I was serious, though, when I said “Nice!” You really have a way with words! I can’t really analyze this with that glaring techno-fart though – it throws off the whole flow and leaves me wondering what it is supposed to be. So fix it, please!
funny…it looks perfectly fine on this end. No crazy techno-errors.
Beautiful.
I can feel it.
Its like a hard journey, except with the type of pain that feels good.
And its shaped like the glass bottle (the original of the broken glass-at least in my mind) or the angels body.
I love it.