Ageing

sapling of silence once buried

has bloomed into bloody flowers

of memories.

mud has you dirty; wretched soil!

cleanse the self with sadness, mortal

hope to absolve yourself off me.

roots hold your hands but it is

no consolation,

only motif of regret;

looming castration of vitality.

though the nectar pours down plenty

as at each moment has,

you are but an ungrateful creature

wimping in every screen.

come, come crying at my foe's feet-

another mark of your folly

would you ever quit, to take in beauty;

soak in the life of

flowers you dropped so carelessly.

come now, it's the end of spring

you are but an empty soul,

notice the fragrance never leaves

thank it, for only that

lingers on.

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-samjam.

Explanation

Sometimes. poetry thrives most when it is left to interpretation BUT

people seemed to enjoy me explaining my previous poem (same website ;)) so here goes, although not as detailed or as much of a literary breakdown.

I wrote this from the perspective of Ageing. Like the phenomena personified (personification is a poetic device where a non-living/non-human thing is treated as though it is a person).

Side tangent- My amazing friend, Sivapriya (aka mysterybish) interpreted it to be from the pov of Sin and I found that brilliant; even though it was not what I wrote with in mind. THAT is what I mean by interpretation makes poetry thrive. I WOULD LOVE to hear your own takes and discussions on anything I put out here!!!! Anyhow, back to explainer Samyuktha-

And boy of boy, Ageing is fed up with all these ungrateful human beings avoiding her; constantly seeking her enemy (or foe) - Youth.

Since we commonly think of youth as a fountain I contrasted it with mud and soil, something you perceive as washable.

I was also particular with the theme of human characteristic of taking things for granted (wimping in every screen- hah! emo sadfolk of instagram destroyed in one line xD) Here, it is in terms of flowers and nectar that ultimately symbolise the beautiful things in life.

A continuation of this theme is regret. Some examples of its presence is in ”bloody...memories" and "come crying".

(my regrets include not having talked more to friends that drifted away and the fact that I ignored sweet lassi for most of my life- my god sweet lassi is as nice as reading people's messages about the things I write. hehe big tangent, in short, sweet lassi is to die for. on that note-)

Another dear theme of mine- fear of/and death! Pretty explicit with "castration of vitality" and the iconic imagery of "the end of spring".

Fun info- I started writing this in shakespearean style and quit that halfway because

a) seemed teensy bit toO far-fetched and dramatic

b) I'm not shakespearean-ly equipped enough to make it feel legit

But ah darn that, here goes anyway-

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sapling of silence once did bury;

hast bloom'd into bloody flowers

of memories.

mud hast thee dirty; wretch'd soil!

cleanse the self with sadness, mortal

hope to absolve thyself off me.

roots hold thy hands but 'tis

no consolation,

only motif of regret;

looming castration of vitality.

though the nectar pours down plenty

as at each moment hast, thou art

an ungrateful creature

wimping in e'vry screen-

cometh crying at mine foe's feet

anoth'r mark of thy folly

doth thee ev'r quit to taketh in beauty

soak in the life of

flowers thee did drop so carelessly

cometh anon, t'is the end of spring

thou art but an exsufflicate soul,

notice the fragrance nev'r leaves

thank 't, f'r only yond

ling'rs on.

-samjamspeare (side credits for shakespeare dictionaries online, godbless sparknotes)

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