Ah, Plato; and your tricking words
which comfort can they give ?
The sin is covered by sun,
sinuous shadows dancing in the walls
with colors of a thousand petals…
I run to the outside, freedom unleashed
I was not afraid of the intense brightness,
and cowered with her radiant might;
awareness veiled my eyes, I moved forward
to the deceptive silhouette dancing in cave’s wall.
There is a world of wording ideals;
nothing more and nothing else…
Deep in the cave I ventured eagerly;
genuinely motivated by the dancing fray
simulating the faint and fancy phantasm,
when I found just there, just a frail candle…
the only steering light from the obscurity belly…
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Written December 10th, 2005
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Sorry its taking me ages to judge this.
A different poem, very obscure and thought prevoking. A good work, and an intersting read. -
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very deep and interesting poem, well writen and I am glad I read it..... -
All about Plato myth of the cave; when we get outside the Cave and see the shadows in the cave wall, we believe the shadows are real and not the object that causes the shadows. Hence the idea of simulacrum. In this case, I go inside for the simulacrum (simulating the faint and fancy phantasm) and I found the light that caused it without objects (the frail candle) which turns to be the only light left inside the cave (Obscurity belly)...
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I like this João, like how you change from imageries here, going from dark to light and back to dark again. Although the images and metaphors work well, I stumbled a bit on the last stanza, more especifically on the last 3 lines.
Still, you wrote down good thoughts here
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