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Often I will write a poem and it ends up being completely different than what I set out to do. My result is far from my intent...but I'm still okay with what comes out. Then there is my intent compared to the reader's interpretation. Like in art, every observer sees something different. I love this. I wrote a poem this morning thinking about a 'voice-of-the-people' type person leaving/dying/losing interest. I kind of had Dylan in mind, actually. But when I was finished and re-read it, I realized it could be a Christian poem, perhaps...it could be about God. It could be about a loved one. It would really depend on the person walking into the poem's room. What they carry into the room with them will color what they see.
And a reader mentioned a 'god'...so their interpretation matched with my result...but my intent was left way in the dust. But I'm fine with that. This is what I like about poetry. The canvas changes.
Discuss as you will...
Often I will write a poem and it ends up being completely different than what I set out to do. My result is far from my intent...but I'm still okay with what comes out. Then there is my intent compared to the reader's interpretation. Like in art, every observer sees something different. I love this. I wrote a poem this morning thinking about a 'voice-of-the-people' type person leaving/dying/losing interest. I kind of had Dylan in mind, actually. But when I was finished and re-read it, I realized it could be a Christian poem, perhaps...it could be about God. It could be about a loved one. It would really depend on the person walking into the poem's room. What they carry into the room with them will color what they see.
And a reader mentioned a 'god'...so their interpretation matched with my result...but my intent was left way in the dust. But I'm fine with that. This is what I like about poetry. The canvas changes.
Discuss as you will...