STORM AND STONE - lyrical poem with analysis (written by jrqc)

Appease the ire in me, for I have become a raging storm filled with fire and stone,

I am force, I am my own and my eyes they see further on,

beyond the curtain and the veil.

Pacify the hatred and swallow it in compassion and strength,

and let the crow signal the courage and fearlessness of the heart,

for it is he the core, there source of all that blooms

in this world of blue.

Let strength and bravery with shield and sword reign,

with crown of patience and wisdom,

for I am storm with fire and stone,

and my eyes will still see further on,

beyond the curtain and the veil.

Blow the wind into the veils of my boat,

and it will sail on safe waters of forgetfulness and calmness

though I will hammer the clouds in ire,

she shall stay afloat,

force and strength,

mind self-aware.

TEXT ANALYSIS

As you have already noticed this poem has a reflective and introspective tone. It focuses on themes of inner turmoil, strength, courage, and self-discovery. The use of vivid imagery (which is key!!!) and metaphorical language (just as well) creates a sense of emotional intensity and depth. The structure of repeating lines ("for I am storm with fire and stone, and my eyes will still see further on, beyond the curtain and the veil") gives the poem a rhythmic quality, reinforcing the themes and emotions expressed.

Meaning:

Here I explore inner conflicts and transformation. I acknowledge my inner turmoil ("ire," "raging storm filled with fire and stone") but also my strength and determination ("I am force, I am my own"). They seek to find balance and peace within themselves by overcoming negative emotions ("Pacify the hatred and swallow it in compassion and strength"). The crow symbolizes courage and fearlessness, guiding the heart through challenges. I emphasize the importance of resilience, patience, and wisdom in facing life's adversities. I also express a desire for forgetting past struggles and finding tranquility, despite their inner storms.

Writing Elements:

Imagery: I uses vivid imagery of storms, fire, stone, crow, and veils to evoke powerful emotions and mental landscapes.

Metaphor: The storm, fire, stone, and crow serve as metaphors to describe my emotional state, strength, and guidance.

Repetition: Repeated lines enhance the rhythmic flow and emphasize the central message of strength and perseverance.

Symbolism: The crow symbolizes courage and the heart's resilience, while the veil represents barriers and unknowns.

Contrast: The contrast between turmoil and inner strength, as well as the contrast between stormy emotions and calmness, adds depth to the text.

Alliteration: Repetition of initial consonant sounds ("storm with fire and stone") adds a musical quality to the text.

written by jrqc

Comments

LA CHICA DEL CALLEJÓN - Descripcion de personaje de ficcion - de jrqc

Ese día el sol brillaba como siempre, bañandola en su resplendor, tornando el color de su piel en tonos de miel y nuez. Su juventud perfumaba la calle y los ojos de los espectadores no la perdían de vista. Ella era simplemente la frescura de la primavera y el calor del verano combinadas casi perfectamente en las carnes y la figura de su cuerpo. Sus senos firmes dejaban entrever las aureolas de la juventud, mientras sus piernas daban paso a ese menear característico de su coqueteo, al que daba rienda suelta así como su castaña y ondulada cabellera. Su mente anidaba la sed de ver el mundo, de ir más allá de embriagarse del placer que éste le pudiera ofrecer y sin escatimar en ambiciones y sueños ella simplemente se dejaba ir. Era la carencia de estas vivencias y posesiones que la presionaban a sumirse y ser esclava de ambiciones que a veces eran malsanas y mezquinas, pero a ella eso no le importaba. Deseaba agarrar al mundo y hacerle su esclavo, deseaba ser complacida y en su parece...

THAT EVENING - by jrqc

You once said that we are entangled to death since the moment we are born, that we are chained to this earthly prison and that there is nothing we can possibly do about it, that all joy sinks countless times and that lovers will always mourn their dead love swallowed by neverending grief. It seems somehow that sadness in all its complexity lingers within, it extends it branches all over without distinction, with no regrets for who the victim is. Some branches seem to be so rooted that it makes the heart break, it makes it bleed tears to the point that you can barely function. Yes, I do still remember that evening when you said that and I noticed your face sinking, your spirit broken. However, you wouldn't divulge the reason of your torment. Your beautiful darkened eyes were bloodshot and you observed me, intently, your eyebrows would frown at times and your stare would grow deeper as if trying to snatch my soul. You stood close to me, I could feel your cold breath, I could feel you...

WHAT AM I TO YOU? - metaphorical / existential poem by jrqc (explained)

What am I to you but a simple whisper that gets carried away by the breeze? Oh how I wish I was more than a clump of sand and bones, that drain through your fingers like water, but, could I just be more than existence? Tell me dear, for I long to be, for I long more than mere existence! In my dreams of dreams you kiss me, in my dreams of dreams you exercise your power over me, and I just succumb to the temptation of your temple, I just surrender my flesh to your overpowering caprice of molding me like clay, but tell me dear, is it gratifying being the victim of such relentless temptation? What am I to you? What do you seek from me? You kiss me with your embrace, and I tremble, and I sing to escape you, and yet still you kiss my tears, so tell me my beloved, are you here to let me go yonder where the shadows don't dare to envelop their surroundings? tell me I beg of you, for existence is vague when there is no purpose, and I long for not only the love of yours, that flesh of ...

Articles, essays, poems, short stories and tips on writing

Search This Blog