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

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