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[issy2]

Firstly apologies about the title, secondly, this was loosely inspired by l0rd's Raw Thoughts, plus a few other things I had knocking around in my head, so thanks l0rd : )

 

 

 

 

 

 

he spread his hands wide and the light seemed to stop

 

 

 

 

there was a laugh on his face

 

 

 

 

a panel of soft velvet askance

and two pedals that await elegance, and feminine sensibilites

a curve in the wood and a blemish on its face

 

 

 

rectangular trees and squat flowers

stolid and uncompromising. why do we flock under their leaves

We know that place, and there is a time and a place

 

 

 

once i felt like an intruder on a stairwell made of red paint and wires

posters of fading entrepreneurs followed me up the stairs

silently she unpeeled one and took it away with me

 

 

 

psst, daughters of eve, take heed; it's a gift,

when aches and crimson exhaustion seem like too much to bear

remember they’d be nothing without you

 

 

 

my mind is a cavern i am in control of

Focus here – point there. Be a cone.

Keep still now. Quiet… and shoot

sometimes i lose control and i can feeling it forcing its sides through my skull

it makes me feel dizzy but i like it. it’s more fun than sneezing

 

 

 

the tenth point on a line is now. it begins with origin

it’s headed somewhere new, as it always is, but first we have to say goodbye

with funny indoor rituals we find comforting and warm

brandy - flames! laughter and shrieks all quenched with white cream

from a jug that was painted in blood

 

 

 

eleven

twelve

auld lang syne, it's gone, goodbye

 

 

 

 

 

begin anew.

[l0rd]

Given the interpretive nature of this, I'll tell you what I see through the verses:

 

he spread his hands wide and the light seemed to stop

A young child trying to make a light turn on with magic, but realizing his childishness.

 

there was a laugh on his face

Projected, insincere, superficial emotions.

 

 

a panel of soft velvet askance

and two pedals that await elegance, and feminine sensibilites

a curve in the wood and a blemish on its face

A young girl at a piano recital.

 

rectangular trees and squat flowers

stolid and uncompromising. why do we flock under their leaves

We know that place, and there is a time and a place

People looking for beauty in the coded blandness of nature. How futile it is.

 

once i felt like an intruder on a stairwell made of red paint and wires

posters of fading entrepreneurs followed me up the stairs

silently she unpeeled one and took it away with me

Coming out of your mother's womb. Being raised on the idea that entrepreneurship is the only way to live.

 

 

psst, daughters of eve, take heed; it's a gift,

when aches and crimson exhaustion seem like too much to bear

remember they’d be nothing without you

Talking about woman's menstrual cycles. And how pain is just another thing to cherish, for with it means life.

 

my mind is a cavern i am in control of

Focus here – point there. Be a cone.

Keep still now. Quiet… and shoot

sometimes i lose control and i can feeling it forcing its sides through my skull

it makes me feel dizzy but i like it. it’s more fun than sneezing

Spacing out is pleasurable. :D

 

 

the tenth point on a line is now. it begins with origin

it’s headed somewhere new, as it always is, but first we have to say goodbye

with funny indoor rituals we find comforting and warm

brandy - flames! laughter and shrieks all quenched with white cream

from a jug that was painted in blood

In front of you is an x-y chart of a timeline from the origin until modern day that is broken into 10 parts.

 

eleven

twelve

auld lang syne, it's gone, goodbye

Either speaking of death or the apocalypse, I see it as the latter.

 

 

 

begin anew.

Rebirth! And life goes on.

[issy2]

Wow I loved reading your response! A couple were spot-on, I was enthralled by your interpretations of others. The menstrual cycle and spacing out ones were pretty much what I was thinking. I loved what you said about the first two lines, though it was actually inspired by my dad... This is going to be hard to capture in words, but we were sitting at the table in the kitchen and talking about something, he was teaching/telling me something really enthusiastically, intently, and he had his hands spread right out above his head, fingers spread wide, with this huge smile on his face - and he paused to think but he didn't move, the motion and life captured in that tiny, split-second moment really hit me.

The first verse, I was lying on the floor by a piano when I wrote this, and although there was no-one there, the curves of the pedals and blankness of the keys seemed to be waiting for something - the 'blemish in the wood' comes from a cello that was tucked underneath it. Overall, most of the verses I wrote were more literal than you interpreted them to be but I preferred your versions! Especially the trees-and-squat-flowers one.

 

Thanks for your response : )

 

Anyone got any other interpretations?