Here's a poem I wrote for my english class. See if you can figure out who/what the narrator is. Please feel free to share your thoughts. I am beauty and depth Like sparkling stars lost in the sea of night I am truth In its natural form A slave to the never-ending Hunger of man I become what you make of me Taking my soul for selfish desires In my eyes you’ll find Compassion forever lost In a reflection of yourself
It's gotta be mother earth. Or it's Death, ol' man scythe and sickle. I should think death is the ultimate truth and there is a terrible beauty to its 'strict...arrest.'
Great interpretations, although not quite what I had in mind while writing it. I can definitely see where you guys are coming from with those though. I especially loved yours, sylvanlightning. The meaning as it stands for me, is somewhat different. But I am always open to hearing other's interpretations as well. I don't want to post the meaning just yet, in case anyway else would like to take a guess. If you guys would like to know, feel free to pm me.
I'm sticking with Death. Fits like a glove. If it's not him, somebody probably gave you the wrong answer. Haha!
i love the picture it forms for me i feel and thought of the mirror we stare in to clean our teeth to brush our hair to see oursleves and the mirror shows our reflection of our selves ..how we sparkle how we can be selfish,, its all in side ourselves love n peace from saff
Still working on it. 'Truth in its natural form..' That instantly leaves out any person or reflection of that person. Because we're all dissemblers and a reflection of ourselves is usually the cleverest of deceptions. "I become what you make of me': now that's a stickler because it applies to everything so it's basically a lost lead. 'In my eyes you'll find compassion forever lost...' Only one figure is capable of such power- Death! Told you!
Haha, keep working on it.. The last three lines actually go together. And there's a heavy pun on one of the words in the poem, if that helps any.
Okay, okay, I know the easy answer is 'mirror' as someone has already said. But this is a riddle and it will brook no easy answers. The last three lines make the mirror response tenuous as mirrors will only be discompassionate if we are. I've looked in the mirror on many a day and been amazed- is that really me? And on a very positive side. The glass burbled and I felt like a million bucks (okay, two million). And mirrors contain so little depth physically or metaphorically. I'll keep working on it!
No, it's not god or a mirror. The mirror seems to be the most common guess I get, and only two people that I have showed it to have guessed correctly, probably just because they know me.. It's quite obvious simple once you know what it is. I think the problem is that most people don't view this in quite the same way as me.
Lol, I was referring to the object, not the poem. That's pretty much a given that everyone will interpret it differently.
