If you have to clarify the meaning of your poem, then most likely, your poem sucks. Yep, that's where I'm coming from right here, right now.
While I was running tonight, I realized that the last two lines of the poem I wrote for Pris could be taken terribly wrong, and leave one saying "Well hell Michael, that's a terribly discouraging birthday poem!"
So if you could bear me a few moments of your time, let me explain my intentions--
Growing up as a child, and I do think most children, even teens and young adults, see life through gold lenses. Our innocence of what life has in store for us colors our perception and foresight even. Unless we are personally touched with tragedy, we carry this false impression that our future will be the same way--void of tragedy, disorders, illness, death, etc.
As children, we don't realize--we're "without a hint"-- that the storms of life --"the hurricane"-- lays on the horizon. Figuratively, these storms might not necessarily take life away from us (as was most likely interpreted) but they take away our innocence. Life's hurricanes blow away our notions of what we thought the future held in store.
Indeed, my intention was to highlight the simple fact that Pris' haiku and her poetry and her presence as a friend brings a bit of that lost innocence back for us to cherish, thinking it had been lost for good.
Pris, I hope you can forgive me. Readers, I hope you can forgive me as well.
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