June 7th, 2015 at 01:48am
I love this poem so much, oh my. 
Firstly, the layout is so beautifully appealing to the eye - the background reminds me of a night sky filled with beautiful stars but also of black marble/laminate tile flooring; making me immediately relate to the poem's themes of space and city (or buildings). The title's blur clearly demonstrates our sight being blurred by the ever-rising cities and their illuminated, tall buildings from the beautiful night sky.
I just adore this opening part:
"Beautiful scar": what brilliant use of an oxymoron! I associate scars with darkness as they fade so this to me was further auto-translated to "beautiful darkness", which is so brilliant because the oxymoron even expands here at the previous mention "light" along the same line, so now we have darkness to further contradict this. It's as if this line is expressing how we block darkness with light, but also that in being blind and ignorant towards what's truly above us we are darkness - as such, there's a greater sense of longing to see the darkness above the light for what it really is; as we would also like to be seen and understood.
A truly brilliant poem needing some well-deserved praise. Thanks for the read!
Firstly, the layout is so beautifully appealing to the eye - the background reminds me of a night sky filled with beautiful stars but also of black marble/laminate tile flooring; making me immediately relate to the poem's themes of space and city (or buildings). The title's blur clearly demonstrates our sight being blurred by the ever-rising cities and their illuminated, tall buildings from the beautiful night sky.
I just adore this opening part:
It so elegantly shows the conflict between nature and construction, and our indecision regarding which to favour.
- Quote
- Hold a coin up to the sky
Here a million buildings lie
Try to explore; you won’t go far
Light runs through the city, a beautiful scar
"Beautiful scar": what brilliant use of an oxymoron! I associate scars with darkness as they fade so this to me was further auto-translated to "beautiful darkness", which is so brilliant because the oxymoron even expands here at the previous mention "light" along the same line, so now we have darkness to further contradict this. It's as if this line is expressing how we block darkness with light, but also that in being blind and ignorant towards what's truly above us we are darkness - as such, there's a greater sense of longing to see the darkness above the light for what it really is; as we would also like to be seen and understood.
A truly brilliant poem needing some well-deserved praise. Thanks for the read!
Oh, wow. I wrote this years ago, but thanks!