On page two of this thread, Brooke left an interesting poem. It has a certain melodic an imaginative feel to it, such that it’s hard for my mind to fully understand it reading straight through. Therefore, I took the liberty of re-writing it with rhyme, repetition, and homophones so that I could understand it better and respond to it. I was able to transcribe almost line for line, although there are two lines that I either omitted or merged in order to make my interpretation flow better. [Any text in brackets is my original response.]
Ocean of clouds
Shore of wooden beads
Stars amongst the clouds
Swim with pulsing beams
Above clouds, books fly
Softly & steadily their pages crinkle
Autumn leaves like sunbeams fly
Burning like fire, yet remaining fragile
The books they illuminate
While on the clouds landing
Toward shore they gently relocate
The leaves filling the beach upon landing
If one were to step foot there
What would be the sound?
[Come on, Brooke, we know their
Screams of pain would abound.]
The beads sliding under the leaves
The ground moves upon contact
The fiery yet fragile leaves
Produce noise when they interact
If one were to venture into the sea,
What would be the feeling?
[Come on, Brooke, it’s plain to see
Such heat would be unappealing.]
The calmness in each cloud
As it rolls gently past
Does not completely shroud
The heat from the leaves or stars it passed
Does more dwell below?
[Below the clouds or the beads?
Come on, Brooke, must we bellow?
We need a clarification station please!]
Thankfully Brooke said that she might add more later, so I hope that she is able to respond with a part two of the poem.
