Things Are Looking Up

Still here? Cool ^_^
So first (so you don't have to scroll all the way back up), a recap of the poem:

All nine trees found

low on this high infinity

down each city's once well

had cause to

look, play, want

and went; two give,

two hundred just

follow to make that into thought.

And now my thought process

In all honesty, there *is* a certain amount of this that means absolutely nothing, haha. I put it together by means cleaning up some magnetic poetry that I put together, so I'm surprised it's as coherent as it is (not that that's any real excuse, of course; poetry should still be poetry regardless of its means). Hence, my thoughts may or may not make any real sense (feel free to disagree. In fact, I encourage you to disagree, as conflict and conversation will undoubtedly make for a better poem (synthesis ftw!)) ^_^

The first half or so of the poem is really just establishing a basis for the second half to rest upon. You've got trees in an urban setting (the city well) and sort of a mythological idea (they're low on a high infinity, almost as if they're suspended in midair near the bottom of this forgotten well), so there's this conflict set up between natural and the technological (tree vs. city) where the technological is currently winning, having pushed all the trees back into this one tiny little space.

Now the second half is more of a temptation/fall of nature end to the conflict presented. Each of these "trees" had individual reasons to defy their inclination to remain in the well. The resolution to the problem was that two trees give into this pressure, the pressure to remain separate rather than integrated with their surroundings, and a large number of supporters comes seemingly from out of nowhere to substantiate what they could not do themselves. Kit explained it well before: these little bits of nothingness multiply and accumulate between themselves until a whole lot of nothing turns into a great deal of something.

So in all, I guess that's what it's really about: a relatively insignificant part of something in and of itself twisting and changing until it's influential enough to make a difference with the collective whole. Or, more simply I suppose, "the straw that broke the camel's back".


I hope that makes things a little more clear? Thoughts in light of all that are most certainly welcome. ^_^

Happy writing!