The rock that tripped me
The rock that tripped me
Saved my life. Unwitting dodge
Of an evil glare.
Saved my life. Unwitting dodge
Of an evil glare.
posted by cgjohnson at 4:10 PM
posted by cgjohnson at 4:10 PM
3 Comments:
What's this about?
I don't know. And I'm not really happy with it. I meant to generically describe a situation where something unpleasant turns out to be a good thing, but then the last line seemed to introduce a different element all together. I wasn't happy with sticking to the first theme, but I didn't know what to make of the second, so I left it. I'll probably back off and try to approach the situation from a different direction.
Oh, you're being to hard on yourself! I think sometimes you may write things that can only be explained on a subconscious level. You may not know what made you write it, but it just just felt right at that moment. It may strike a cord with someone else perfectly, and be the exact thing they need to hear at another moment.
I love subjective meaning. I think it makes a piece of art, whether it be poetry or painting, become a "means" rather than an "end." They make the participant use their own imagination to find meaning in themselves. Sometimes I do pieces of art that seem pointless or barren, but for some reason at the moment I was doing it, it felt right, and it needed to be finished and left alone.
Some words may need no logical explanation. Keep up the good work!
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