My Poetry

[Meerkat54]

Hmm that's an interesting way of looking at it. I'd never often thought about poetry that way (except for when I write song lyrics, of course... that of which I'm not extremely good at, ironically, seeing as I still write poetry...).
That's an interesting perspective though. I wonder if it can be applied to any of my works quite easily.

On that note, here's another poem of mine. Enjoy :3

Fields of Time

Darkened skies abode in the Fields of Time,
Harvested like an apple of an everyday chain,
I, too, saw in these fields,
A portion of my future, or past, wherever it may lie,
Either one was lost in an echo,
Drifting aimlessly like a broken dream.

Sullen hearts and blonde-haired maidens,
Like a yellow boat on a sky-torn sea,
Broken away ever were the waves of permission,
Permission to seek, to see, to be seen,
Underlying one's true motives,
Wallowing like a hapless hatchling a long way from home.

Then, a word with two different meanings,
Like black and white, so coarse but so frail,
Only one and only one other,
A sentimental sentinel,
Faceless outside, but inside remarkable,
If only to see remnants, to thus be blind.

Resurrected from an empty grave,
A blackhearted soul to administer,
Pain and longing, a feeling of displacement,
Drunken lies, rambled in the eves or wry,
I only saw death,
Darkened skies abode in the Fields of Time.

Explanation:

Spoiler:

This poem explores an alternate concept of our reality. Instead of 'Heaven' or 'reincarnation', there's a 'ghost' dimension called the Fields of Time (by 'ghost' I mean you cannot enter that dimension unless you, of course, die). In these fields are literally millions upon millions of fragments of time, and each one represents a different life, whether it's that of a human or animal. If you gaze into these fragments you can foresee what will unfold during this lifetime, but these images won't be crystal clear (hence why they are 'fragments') and so the life you are viewing is ultimately unpredictable. The only way to see these lives in full is to of course enter your chosen fragment as they also act as a portal, but upon doing so your memory is wiped of the Fields of Time so that your chosen new life can begin naturally, from birth to death. The fragment is also closed, so as to not create duplicate realities if another soul chooses the same fragment.
So in a way you could consider it a form of reincarnation, except of course you'd be able to choose the next life you have. Also keep in mind that 'you' are no more than a floating soul, drifting about these fields looking for a fragment to choose from.

--USE IN THE POEM--

The poem basically explores just that, all the way through. Each line or two represents a different fragment of time, and shows just how diverse and unclear they are from an external viewing.

The first passage introduces the Fields of Time from a first-person perspective, so you can see the story of a lost soul wandering the fields looking for an ideal life to live in. Most of the poem is of course referencing the different fragments, but this soul does also describe some other aspects of it (dark skies, fragments being harvested by other souls like apples, etc.)

In the third passage for example, the soul mentions a Sentinel. I've written a separate poem about this Sentinel, sort of like a prequel/sequel, but the soul describes him as being "sentimental". This is because the Sentinel, as you can guess, is the guardian of the Fields of Time, and keeps a constant watch over it. He also mans the gates to these fields, and chooses whether or not some souls are 'worthy' of entering. As a result, you can imagine that that job would get a bit lonely over time. He lets all these souls into these fields and watches them choose their desired fragments, yet he himself cannot enter one and live his own unique life. However he could theoretically enter one of the fragments, but upon doing so the Fields of Time would become abundant as they would be unmanned, and the souls outside the gates awaiting entry would never be let in as there is no one there to let them in. The result would be the extinction of mobile life in the worlds these fragments led to, because there'd be no souls to replenish them.
The "Faceless outside, but inside remarkable" phrase references most of that, as to anyone who views the Sentinel would just think he's an emotionless 'slave' tasked with the overwatch of the Fields of Time, yet inside his emotions are swimming with life, but he cannot show them lest he break his oath.

Ultimately it's a dark way of looking at it, as all of these souls are effectively 'recycled' in order to replenish the life in these worlds.
So it is an alternate version of reincarnation.

Based on the fragments that this mentioned soul looks at, you can guess what the rest of the poem is saying.