Conscious Disregard

[yimbus]

Changed to "parade an effervescence". 

The overall intention of the poem was the subject, narrator, or just someone...has words they may say or think, that they do not support in action. They "consciously disregard" them.

These words supreme to me --> double meaning of either from God, or just ideas the person may think but not hold themselves to the same standard
parade an effervescence,  --> they show vitality and enthusiasm
      which of the spirit  --> of their moral/spiritual character
      trickles over 
      begone from reality.  --> but they don't match those thoughts with real actions. 

Repressed by pillars,  --> pillars as a symbol for law, civilization, order. they may repressed the subject from their goal, or maybe they feel hopeless or comfort in the stableness
whilst annealed in hills --> strengthened by nature
that call the mockingjay, --> "mockingjay" could be a follower of the subject's thoughts/ pure intention, or follower of nature
      to seek refuge
      beneath its wings
      of endless comforting. --> beckoning of nature to reach their goal

Ponderous deeds deny me, ---> struggles of person as they fail to reach their goal
from these knolls of earth
and strands of green; --> of being one with nature, or of their own nature
      unfulfilled verses --> their words, thoughts, poems that are eloquent in concept
      expose, --> yet fail to reach by action

these words supreme to me. 

so, it´s about idealistic thoughts or moral principles, proclaimed but not followed through with? and the feeling of failure that comes along with it or maybe even some kind of schizophrenic dissociation to avoid feelings of failure or a bad conscience about having double standards?
i have no idea what nature/ wilderness has to do with that though... except that it reminds me of instinctual needs that would be more deciding than any moral code.. however i am not sure if this is what you meant as a comforting thought.

reading your revision + explanation i thought it´s a little like saying "war is a bad thing".  almost everyone is aware of those mechanisms in general, what is trickier is to look at concrete examples.
not sure what made you write the poem and if there is some way to give it a personal aspect. don´t get me wrong, i think it´s worth writing about, just very difficult

You pretty much got it, at least what i specifically intended, but it is a slightly subjective/ambiguous poem. I used nature as the comforting thing because that’s what I view as my purpose, my comfort, or that my true nature/thoughts are “annealed” in nature. But it could also be interpreted as your dreams, or instinct; depends on the reader really. I’ve been reading a lot of Emerson/Thoreau as of late, so that’s somewhat where this came from, or the mindset I was in while writing. Also, it’s just a topic I think of a lot, and the Grammys kind of reignited that a bit haha, as it’s become so political yet a lot of the people there don’t really put their money where their mouth is on these subjects they talk about. I’m thinking of adding another stanza to add more of a personal aspect as you suggested.

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Hi yimbus

I liked your poem. It was very neatly written
and I liked your choice of form, too. I thought
about Queen Vashti. I had wondered how she
had survived when King Ahasuerus found a
replacement, but then upon further study
I learned she was the child of a king and would
be okay. I am limited to commenting, but hope
to be a blessing, somehow..





Conscious Disregard                                          The title took me to my thoughts about the book of Esther


These words supreme to me                             and these supreme words, Scripture
parade an effervescence,                                   I love parade & effervescence. What a wonderful choice of words to use.
      which of the spirit
      trickles over
      begone from reality.                                    this hinted a change of direction

Repressed by pillars,                                          I thought of a place in the middle east where pillars are carved into rock, Petra
whilst annealed in hills
that call the mockingjay,
      to seek refuge
      beneath its wings
      of endless comforting.                                I thought about the place where Bibles will be hidden.

Ponderous deeds deny me,                             I wondered if fear was the motivator of denial
from these knolls of earth
and strands of green;                                      my poetic knowledge of metaphor is poor, so I did not understand
      unfulfilled verses                                                                                                                         green strands
      expose,                                                     

these words supreme to me.                            interesting how mockingjay pulls the ending together.




the poem brought about many thoughts
and pictures flashed into my mind.

all the best to you


-nibbed

Thanks nibbed. “Knolls of earth and strands of green” were supposed to be referring to the hills in the second stanza. Was just trying to switch up the wording a bit and add some more imagery. Glad to hear that it made you think of something personal to you