Yes, she woke up
Up, from another dream
The clocked smiled at her
Beside the lyrics, the nightlight was still on
But those lyrics? they never took form
the room felt dark
And the wood smelled fresh
The books were yet to be read
Except....
There were no books, or any wood
And there was no darkness,
for the stars were her roof
But she had nothing else to soothe
what she had was the finished melody
Which danced along with the lyrics
She played the strings on that cold night
Her fingers jumped over the strings of death and time
And then, she woke up again
Again, in her room
And beside her bed
So she smiled to the unknown
And drove to the slumber
For she had work the very next day
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This is a very good poem. In the beginning, it makes me feel think of the future, possibly hopeful. The metaphors really reinforce this. It makes me think that the world is encouraging the person in the poem to finish the lyrics. I found the details after 'Except...' very unteresting. It makes me think that she is a sort of god, creating the world with her lyrics. The fact that it was all dream was even more interesting. I really liked how you finished it, too. Keep writing!
Loved your interpretation ^^
Hello Silly, definitely not Billy! Your poem is very interesting, it's a dream sequence afterall ^0^ (most of it, yes). I barely know how to interpret this, but it is just so beautiful. I think it's about work life and stuff, were she doesn't get time to work on her passion and even contemplate the dream she had about that passion.
I think this is about the real world. Like, she entered the dream world from the real world, which was a gloomy dream. How the lyrics never took form, she didn't get time to write it in the real world.Now this is where the dream transforms from the reality like world to something beautiful, like the melodies she made, something she needed. It transforms from her room to a starry sky. The line that I couldn't make of anything was the last line here. What did you mean when you said 'Her fingers jumped over the strings of death and time'? Does it mean that her dream had little time left? I would love to know >v<
And then, she wakes up, smiles cuz she had a good time there and goes back to sleep again. As I said, this poem is really beautiful. Thank you so much for writing and sharing your work Silly!
I love your interpretation, it's almost completely accurate!
Basically what I meant with her fingers jumping over death and time is that when she chose to pursue her dream which lead to a financial turmoil so although she was happy but she was poor and probably sick or starving thus jumping between death and time
It's basically choices leading to alternate realities (which could be considered a dream sequence) but each one of it has it's own setbacks