Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Flow
by Marie Delgado Travis
Blood
flows, flows
through the street,
into the air,
across the river,
over the meadow.
It flows
on the balcony,
under the door,
down the corridor,
between the sheets,
against the wall,
detonating in
our hands.
Blood
flows, flows
through the street,
into the air,
across the river,
over the meadow.
It flows
on the balcony,
under the door,
down the corridor,
between the sheets,
against the wall,
detonating in
our hands.
# posted by fablespinners @ 10:26 AM 
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I appreciate your question, Swordfish, because it goes to the essence of poetry. As the writer, the poem obviously has a meaning for me, but ideally (if it is a good poem), a meaningful message for the reader, as well.
The reader's interpretation could actually be different from mine and that, too, would be valid, because once written, the words sometimes take on a life of their own and good poems can be read at different levels.
I've been told that if I give away too much, I might "spoil" it for the reader and / or academic, who likes to belive that he or she has discovered the key. So I'll leave you to interpret my work. You sound like a very intelligent young man! Good luck in all things!
Blessings,
Marie Delgado Travis
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The reader's interpretation could actually be different from mine and that, too, would be valid, because once written, the words sometimes take on a life of their own and good poems can be read at different levels.
I've been told that if I give away too much, I might "spoil" it for the reader and / or academic, who likes to belive that he or she has discovered the key. So I'll leave you to interpret my work. You sound like a very intelligent young man! Good luck in all things!
Blessings,
Marie Delgado Travis
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