Inspired by Drom's Elation Thread

This was wonderful, Letty . I'm so glad that that thread that I started inspired something both so uplifting and so beautiful.

Well, drom. Last evening I was feeling in a "poor me" mood and I read through some of the poetry on your thread. I decided that it was better to be elated than deflated, soooooooo, the result was this rather arcane piece. So glad you liked it, my friend.

I don't think that I have ever read anything of yours that I dislike, but I loved this piece's message and music. I'm equally glad to hear that that thread cheered you out of that mood .

Just lovely, Letty. Elating, in fact!

That's not bad, Letty. Not bad at all.

But yet there's something there that's bothering me.

Something paradoxical.

Let me ponder this for a bit.

ah, Gus and fortune. Thank you both.

Yes, a paradox in time with a little twist of lime.

Now I must do something odd, like eat.

With love,
from Letty

my intent to interpret this also leaves me with a contradiction

im sure you didnt expect to have your poem dissected like this, but its what we all do when we read them anyway

>>Strange the oddness of desire,
>>That lifts us up to pointed spire

lifting us up to pointed spire, a metaphor for happiness..

>>Of sharpness that precludes
>>The mire of sublimation

this point does seem rather contradictory, Letty.
the only connection I see here for sublimation ( a solid turning directly into a gas) is that it can be related to the metaphor for being lifted up to the spire...because solids are weighted down to Earth by gravity, and gasses tend to sail upwards...

however, you refer to sublimation as a mire! and you also refer to sharpness (whatever negative force that may refer to) as precluding sublimation

>>Wind and fire.

because they rhyme, right?

Stuh, your definition of sublimation, while accurate, is the wrong one. The word is also defined as elevation or ecstacy, transformation into something higher. My dictionary calls it, "the unconcious diversion towards higher aims of the energy attaching to an instinct (oten sexual instinct)."

fortune,

ah, I have heard it used that way, but I was unware that that was also a formal definition. thank you..anyway, you'll notice that I was interpeting it to mean that anyway

Granted. Don't try too hard to pull apart poems, a certain amount of licence is expected. The beauty of poetry lies in the imagery, not technical finickiness.

Good morning all.

stuh, I am pleased that you want to dig into the words of the poem, because that means that it must have touched a nerve somewhere.
Frankly, I just wrote it or shall we say it just wrote itself.

The overall connotations simply depict the idea that we really can't appreciate elation until we've experienced "deflation".

You'll notice that earth and water are absent from the verse. <smile>
Sublimation is the term that Freud uses to denote energy diverted into loftier things. (fortune is correct on this one as it is usually sexual energy, but doesn't have to be).