MUSING BY THE BROOK (An Original Poetry ➕ Analysis & Notes)

josediccus (75)in #poetry • 6 years ago

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Sometimes I travel lands sitting still,
the lapping of the water is gently dabbing,
dabbing into the essence of my reality.
the sweet throbbing of the cuckoo bird,
Is like eerie sounds of the flute,
echoing with sweet ferocity.
still I still basking in comfy daydreams,
reaching the climax of soul's wanting to sail,

I would make a fine king,
With songstress and bards
a beautiful queen smiling gingerly,
graceful as the moon's rising,
Camelot is my desires,
to see the chills of Merlin's spell,
making horses come alive in dead smokes
chanting the war songs of the knight
oh if I could be a king

If I Could fly like a sparrow,
navigating the bayou and the plateau,
flying over volcanoes and airplanes,
I will make the clouds my own,
govern the stars and moon with tenderness
like tomorrow will never come,
if I could soar so sweetly like the eagle,
I will dribble the air, and hiss in the wind,
The world will be graciously travelled
plains conquered and trees perched.

If I could walk on water,
I will ski the Atlantic oceans like the otter,
Spreading forth my hands,
and do a backstroke like a butterfly,
even tiptoe barren ponds and dead streams,
aloft the water falls,
diving like posidon,
yet walk tenderly like a damsel in six inch heels.

POETIC NOTE & ANALYSIS

The human imagination alone is a brilliant painter, it's a centre or a cocoon of brilliant discoveries, amazing inventions, fantastic dimensions that only exist and is peculiar to a person. The poet tries to relay the fact that the mind is only things that stands apart human from any other creation as well.

The poem speaks about a man sitting still beside a brook (a small stream) musing about how his life would turn out if he were to be different, the poet using a lot of imageries to create real life pictures, events happening, setting and it brought the character's imagination in the poem to life.

In the first stanza, the poet imagined himself as a traveller in his mind, reaching places be couldn't afford to in reality, he picture the forest, the land, the woods and places not even situated in his continent. The second verse saw the poet muse about being a king and an imaginary magic land of Camelot where he could rule and have a magician by his side, in perspective, he's really deep into fairytale and wishes he had bards and musicians and servants to do his bidding.

The 3rd and last stanza embraced nature more he marveled at nature and wonder if he could get to fly and walk on water obviously defying gravity.