08-27-2012, 02:35 AM
I think the poem is an introduction, a capricious one as it says. Where one hops skips and jumps through other people's stuff on the way to her own.The first two stanzas are leading us somewhere, and building from those intangibles and those flighty flights and words that rhyme on themselves.
At "behold!", there is a living, concrete symbol. And the characters, places and things continue merging, as they certainly do when this realm is experienced from increasing dimensions. They all exist on the plane of shared experience, anyway. The entire journey takes place on the stairs, after all, "the Chamber of Hushed" and "the garden, strewn wild" are "flights of steps" that are "flighty stairs".
She's making her personal journey, through these more impersonal, or rather collective sights and experiences, with her own key, to unlock her own poetic workshop where she weaves new fabrics of reality on a new higher level.
This is a challenge to herself, a changing of the guards---so I don't see the meter and so on to be of high priority. This is a promise of hopeful things to come, with a polite nod to her stepping stones.
At "behold!", there is a living, concrete symbol. And the characters, places and things continue merging, as they certainly do when this realm is experienced from increasing dimensions. They all exist on the plane of shared experience, anyway. The entire journey takes place on the stairs, after all, "the Chamber of Hushed" and "the garden, strewn wild" are "flights of steps" that are "flighty stairs".
She's making her personal journey, through these more impersonal, or rather collective sights and experiences, with her own key, to unlock her own poetic workshop where she weaves new fabrics of reality on a new higher level.
This is a challenge to herself, a changing of the guards---so I don't see the meter and so on to be of high priority. This is a promise of hopeful things to come, with a polite nod to her stepping stones.