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Coyote -> RE: Ambooetry - Poetry by amboo [NEW: - The First Time] (9/21/2008 18:12:40)
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I liked the nature imagery through it. But what I didn't get was how all of this peaceful nature stuff ties in with how much you love her. Perhaps, you are saying that love is a natural thing, something from the very primordial pits of our hearts. Something that wells up from deep within us, something that we can trace back to our ancestry and even back beyond that as apes in Africa, where love began and stayed with us as some primal Force of Nature, still influencing our decisions through the roots that we have as a part of Nature.
But I babble.
I cannot also help but notice that the lines are broken up in groups of four per stanza. The number four, associated with the Circle of Life, the four seasons, the four elements-- It's coming right back to nature again. With this sense of wholeness and unity with the Forces of Nature, it goes right back to what I was babbling about earlier. On top of that, a blowing wind is archetypal of change coming. Combined with the groups of four (Circle of Life, the four seasons), it signifies that something changes. However, Nature itself is archetypal of something unchanging, of something primal that will always be with us no matter how far we advance. This juxtaposition helps bring the message of the primordial love to the present. No matter how all these things around us change, love will still be eternal. I like that.
"As the sun light hits the flowers". (That "sun light" should only be one word, by the by.) The sun, symbolic of enlightenment. The flowers, once again a force of nature. It's a force of life, something bountiful and plentiful and beautiful. Even in this technological age, there is something natural and beautiful: Love.
"as the Rain drops gently fall." Raindrops (once again, only a single word) It's sunny, but it's raining. Perhaps this is a "light from the heavens" effect with the clouds, where a break in the rainclouds allows a few gentle rays to fall upon the dark landscape. Perhaps, it is more juxtaposition as the rain signifies dank, wet darkness, but the sun signifies warm, dry... Well, warmth. But, what I believe, is that this is merely a gentle drizzle-- but more important than the rain is the water. Water, /the/ chief symbol of the unconscious. Of the primordial backgrounds we have. Well-played, Amboo.
Jumping ahead a few stanzas, as anything else I hammer will be merely redundantly restating what I've already stated...
"as the bees buzz in there hive. " "There" should be "Their", silly Amboo. =P
In short, this poem is a series of juxtapositions between change and stability, of the primal Forces of Nature and the thought-provoking Forces of Man. And in doing so, you strengthen the image that love is natural, but unlike the poor rain forests we take so much joy in killing, it will be with us, always.
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