Once, when I discovered some people finding it difficult to comprehend a poem I had written, it set me thinking. At that time a line had come to mind: His shadow loomed over my naked body.
What could this mean? Several things, mainly the obvious. But for me it was a simple reality...I was in the shower, and outside the window there was a labourer (plastering of the building facade was going on) doing his job; despite the shut ventilators and a curtain, his shadow fell on the glossy tiles.
And that line came to mind...His shadow loomed over my naked body.
Therefore, I wonder whether I should explain any poem 'my way' or let people reach their own conclusions.
Are conclusions conclusive, anyway?
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America goes to elect its leader today. The world watches.
What really constitutes a country? Its government, its people, its history, its public face or its little crannies? Is there an America that an outsider might look for and understand?
If you want to see some of these written images an outsider sees, then here is my article: