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RTH 8 - Thus Has It Ever

Updated on June 19, 2013
I hear the thngs that aren't where I hear them...
I hear the thngs that aren't where I hear them... | Source

Rocket To Heaven Cycle Pt 8



Will you crawl into my head while I sleep?

Will you ask me everything I give away and I keep?

Will your voice come once more through the air?

Do you think about what might be and isn't fair?


I see the words and turn my eyes to the left and right, stumbling through in sometimes vague attempts to selfishly expect the best


Will your voice come once more through the air?

Do you think about these things do you believe I care?

I dial up and listen on the phone

Say the words to let them know that they are not alone


I see the red and turn my nose a little up and look again stumbling vaguely through an attempt to meet expectations unselfishly


I dial up and listen on the phone

Say the words to let them know what they can call their own

Will you walk with me through the trees?

If I open up your eye will you just stare and freeze?


I hear the things that aren't where I hear them and turn my ear to the side in the best hope I selfishly won't hear what's there


Will you walk with me through the trees?

Everything we ever is slowly by degrees

There's white and blue and clicking and there's down

Can we remember what it's like not living in this town?


I can see what's in front of me and hear the rustling off to the side. The smiling is helpful but every time I sit and look then the noise makes my heart jump straight up my throat. I close for just a minute but what could be only seems like another what's there. A long time but I'm happy to make it longer.



Make it longer




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      Janhorner 4 years ago

      I'm not sure what the meaning is and I would say every reader would have their own thoughts on what it would mean to them. This poem means to me someone deep in thought about uncertainties in their life and the walk in the trees is their way of escaping from them. I found it quite beautiful and mysterious. Very much enjoyed the read and deciding what I felt it meant. I could only put my vote as "I don't know what you are talking about" because none of the other options relate to my personal feelings about your poem.

      Voted up,

      Jan

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      Chris Neal 4 years ago from Fishers, IN

      Jan -

      One of the most interesting and often most satisfying parts of any art is the audience appreciation and interpretation of it. I love to "hear" what other people think poems and songs mean. Thank you so much, and thank you for the vote!

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      Janhorner 4 years ago

      Hi Chris you are welcome. I did enjoy this very much.

      Jan

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      Genaea 4 years ago

      Hi Chris, this one has been chewed over a span of two days. I read it three times. Since you may remember that I am kind of

      "one-tracked" in a certain area, a conversation (or thought) of God's? (rocket, walk, through trees) Am I over analyzing? What do I do with poetry?

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      Chris Neal 4 years ago from Fishers, IN

      Genaea -

      Poetry is different from prose in that even when talking about something mundane, it's rhythm and flow are meant to create certain feelings and touch on something deeper. It's a different way of looking at something.

      As for this one, although I could go through and explain every line, I prefer not to do that so that you can find your own meaning. Some people do have more trouble with poetry that others, but that's okay. Robert Frost famously said, "Not all poetry can be interpreted," (or something like that) and if you need more time to figure it out, that's okay. In the end, it's about what you get out of it.

      Glad you enjoyed it!

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      Genaea 4 years ago

      Thanks, the last line in your response to me was almost in my comment. So I guess im kind of on the right track. Yes, poetry can boggle my mind because it is easier to over analyze.

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      Chris Neal 4 years ago from Fishers, IN

      Genaea -

      I just thank you for enjoying!

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      Chris Neal 3 years ago from Fishers, IN

      I've changed my mind. I hate this poem now.

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