Thread: Nineteen Hundred Words

I hope people can decipher what this poem is about. If not, no worries - everything is what we make of it.

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Nineteen Hundred Words

After some contemplating I ended on something like 'cognition', 'grasping for meaning' or even 'understanding of self'! In line with existentialism. Am I way off here?

First line confused me. I wanted to read solitude as an adjective. If that's right, I wasn't aware it could be used like that...

Interesting read, Squalid.

This is intriguing, SG. I think it's about the tickle that precedes writing a piece, when you first realize it's there but before the apparition solidifies enough for you to grab hold. Then the worry over whether the idea will pan out or go belly up. Final stanza indicative of the fact that our little ghosts control us until we get their message out and our desire to understand their language and translate it into something tangible for all eyes. Keep in mind I'm insane and am probably so off base the Mets would hire me in a heartbeat. Very interesting read, love.

Best,
Lisa

To address the techincal, your use of alliteration is brilliant. No too much but just enough and it makes your poem run smoothly. Great job!

My thoughts run along the lines of Lisa's on this.

Thanks for the comments everyone. Lisa, you hit the nail on the head. The poem is all about that "tickle" that hits before writing a piece. I'm glad that idea came through.

It was crystal clear immediately to me, but with my track record of misinterpreting just about everything (I see most things from a warped perspective), I thought for sure I was wrong. It's really nice to be right for a change, and kudos to you, sir, for you also hit the nail squarely on the head. Sometimes I hate that tickle, it's all consuming until you get the darn thing down on paper. You did a fine job portraying the entire process, SG, thanks so much for sharing this one.

Best,
Lisa