Dissection Of A Poem Poetry is an intimacy From which I can't quite ever recover All of these subliminal dissections Of my mind that look so fancy Yet that portrays thoughts under cover You see the night and the bright The bride and its passionate mate All of the happiness and all of the fright Something dark, something like fate All my rearing, all I am, all naked I dream of mares That run wildly in my nightmares They are headless and poney-like They are all colours and rainbow-like All living, in these poetries, dissected How would I describe all that flows? They just flow, wildly, as I exorcise Or perhaps its Mnemosyne that sows Her seeds which blooms into nine muses To let all the beauty of words rise If the poetry of me is a lie From which I can't quite ever recover For through all of these dissections Something truthful comes to me While all my thoughts gently flow and fly. -Eiravel-
To write fiction I’ll go deep into the realm of my imagination so as to invent a story; whereas for a poem, well… it’s more of an instantaneous thing, almost didactic, and it’s only when I read it again that I notice elements of my own experience, and as well as personal thoughts that are embedded into the poem. I personally think that my poetry is simply an unconscious cacophonous blend of personal experiences, thoughts, wants, and needs, a dissection of the intimacy of my mind.