Poetry / Sublime (Analysis)
If I collect things
will I feel like I have more?
Tiny adverts of paper
trinkets from bubble gum machines
books already read on the shelves
clothes I never wear
Shoes with holes
broken umbrellas on the back of the door
Cds of music I no longer listen to
stacks of paper everywhere
An obsessive need to fill every space
has taken over my life
Can I see what I really have?
The constant that always remains
The pure indulgence of my existence
The silent cerebral yearnings
Will I ever really be free?
Explore the universe
Escape from my cluttered mind
Detach myself from the sublime
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I really enjoyed this poem. It hit home for me because I tend to be a pack-rat, collecting little things in my pockets throughout the day without really needing them, but never thinking about why. This is an interesting exploration of that, especially with the question that begins the poem.
The only thing that puzzled me was the very last line: “Detach myself from the sublime”. I don’t understand what you are referring to here when you speak of the sublime. It just throws me off a bit because in the lines before it you talk of freedom and exploring the universe, which are very sublime things. So I don’t know if maybe that was a word choice error, or you meant to say you want to detach from what is conventionally viewed as sublime, or from what others want you to believe. Please let me know. :)
Other than that, this is a great poem. I look forward to reading more of your work.
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